Chapter 167-4: How dare they do that! (4) |
An hour later, Anshui hunted a massive monster and returned to the Darkborn space.
After absorbing half of the monster’s vitality energy, he threw the monster before the reincarnated kin.
The racial kin who were still crying pounced on the beast under the guidance of instinct, opening their mouths to suck across the air. Blood mist immediately overflowed from the monster’s wounds and was inhaled into the bodies of the 329 racial kin.
Their bodies grew a small amount at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Some racial kin even had a talent brand appear on their foreheads, clearly having already activated part of the talent abilities exchanged in the Reincarnation Rule.
With the aid of vitality, these childlike racial kin no longer cried.
They began to have rudimentary logical ability, and a few racial kin even started to clumsily flip through the inheritance information branded in their minds.
But at this stage, these racial kin had no combat power at all.
Anshui left the Darkborn space again and began hunting outside.
Anstar’s words made him feel awe for this world, knowing that he was now at the very bottom of the food chain. Only by being cautious did he have hope of rising. Otherwise, he would most likely die partway.
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Three days later.
Under the night, all was silent.
Only a light breeze brushed by, stirring the grass and producing a soft rustle.
At this moment, Anshui crouched in the grass, his gaze locked on a monster not far away that was lowering its head to munch weeds.
It was a bear-shaped monster, its whole body covered with a layer of rough, hard black scales. Its head was massive, and two sharp fangs jutted from the corners of its mouth, oozing green slime.
Anshui’s eyes were unhindered in the night. He could even clearly see the scale patterns on the monster’s body.
After days of struggle, his form had changed into that of a child of six or seven.
Behind him, a group of infant-shaped children were on all fours, their faces bearing a maturity beyond their age.
Just then, Anshui moved.
His figure turned into a gale and dashed forward. The children behind him also set their limbs in motion, crawling close to the ground, charging close behind Anshui.
Various talent spirit patterns lit up, and a dense barrage fell like raindrops.
The startled monster wanted to flee but it was too late. It was successfully slain by Anshui and the racial kin.
When Anshui and the racial kin left, only the monster’s hide and bones remained on the ground. All of its vitality had been swallowed.
Though they had not grown up, the racial kin at this stage already had combat ability. Anshui no longer needed to feed them like a nanny through hunting.
Under the night, Anshui led the racial kin to keep hunting monsters.
Passing through a stretch of forest, one racial kin crawling close to the ground suddenly spoke.
“Here.”
Hearing this, Anshui turned his head to look at the speaking racial kin.
The infant-shaped racial kin pointed to the northwest.
From these days of contact, he knew this racial kin possessed the Reincarnation talent ability of Vitality Tracking.
Receiving the prompt, Anshui nodded and led the racial kin to advance in the indicated direction.
Before long, he saw the prey the racial kin had indicated. It was a giant serpent nearly five meters long.
Its body was like a thick ancient tree, covered in glossy scales. Its head was a broad triangle, and a pair of vertical pupils were like two pieces of amber, with a ghostly green light flowing within, exuding a chilling aura.
The giant serpent coiled and slept, but its tongue flicked like a nimble black flame, still continually lashing out.
Just as Anshui was preparing to lead the racial kin to strike, a vitality arrow shot from afar and precisely hit the giant serpent’s eye, blood spurting.
The pained serpent jerked its head up, its body tensing.
Realizing there were other hunters, Anshui decisively raised his hand to signal the racial kin not to act rashly.
At that moment, the figure who had made the shot emerged from the bushes.
It was exactly the player race he hated so much that he gnashed his teeth.
There were 12 members of the player race present. The leader lunged straight at the charging giant serpent, his body rapidly plated in pitch black.
Bang.
He used his body to collide head-on with the serpent’s bite. Behind him, one figure raised a hand and erected an energy tower on the ground. The others also took action.
Before long, the giant serpent was beaten to the brink of death.
What surprised Anshui was that several times the giant serpent tried to bypass the player race member with strong defense, but in the instant of action it was as if some invisible force tugged at it, and it would turn back to continue attacking that player.
Through watching and sensing vitality, he roughly understood the strength of these player race members.
Just as the serpent was about to die, Anshui led the racial kin to leap out like arrows from a bowstring and launch an attack on the player race.
Though he could not provoke those world class strong races in Anstar’s words, the player race was clearly not among them.
He could see that the player race should be a small force entrenched in this area. If he wanted to establish a homeland here in the future, he would inevitably clash with the player race.
Now he would kill as many as he could.
A baby at Anshui’s side had a talent spirit pattern light up on his forehead. With the Blood Shadow Assault talent activated, his figure suddenly accelerated, turning into a blood-colored stream of light as he closed in on the player releasing the Spell Tower. The blade in his hand suddenly swept across the caster’s neck.
Blood sprayed, but the strike did not kill the caster.
Although assisted by the Reincarnation talent, the combat power of these children was not high.
Realizing they were under attack, the player squad quickly retreated and tightened their defensive line. The analysis ability was activated.
When they discovered the attackers were actually Darkborn members, they were all a bit dumbfounded.
They were especially surprised to see that the leading Anshui had raised his hunt level to level 61.
“Anshui, you ungrateful brat.”
Hearing this, Anshui almost wanted to cough blood.
Between him and the player race there was only hatred. Where did ungratefulness come from, where did the favor come from?
“Die.”
Anshui raised his hand and waved forward. The talent pattern on his forehead lit up. A dark red claw formed out of thin air and tore that shouting player to pieces with one strike.
The racial kin behind him then activated their talent abilities in succession.
Darkborn Bind, Shadow Erosion, Death Drain. Under their encirclement, the players were all killed in less than a moment.
But what made Anshui tremble with rage was that one player actually smiled and gave him a thumbs up before dying.
Leaving these words.
“A few days ago I even heard the brothers on the forum discussing your future. I did not expect you to actually grow. Keep it up. Our player race is waiting for you to come take revenge. Remember to bring resources when the time comes.”
There was much in this sentence that Anshui did not understand.
But he could roughly grasp what the player race member wanted to convey, that he hoped Anshui would bring plenty of resources to take revenge.
To Anshui, this was simply humiliation.
Other player race members had said similar things to him before, saying that if he brought enough resources to take revenge, he could be left with a life if he failed.
This group of player race members seemed to treat him like a lamb that delivered resources.
They did not even take him seriously, even at the moment of their death.
He longed to see player race members kneel and beg for mercy before dying. That would greatly ease the negative emotions brought by their humiliation.
But the player race still maintained that nauseatingly arrogant posture.
After killing and feeding on the dying giant serpent, Anshui led the racial kin to continue hunting.
But in his mind, the figures of the player race and the words they spoke kept flashing by.
After hunting three more monsters, Anshui encountered dozens more players.
After sensing the vitality strength and mental power fluctuations of these players, Anshui decided to ambush and kill them.
But after only a few steps of following, Anshui realized he had been exposed.
He discovered that the players suddenly contracted their formation. Without communicating, they all turned at once to look toward the location where he and his kin were.
He did not sense any sweep of mental power and did not understand how he had been exposed.
“Retreat.”
Unwilling to engage head-on, Anshui decisively led the racial kin to fall back, open distance, and avoid a frontal clash with the players to prevent casualties among his kin.
As he continued hunting, Anshui kept running into groups of players.
He discovered something strange. All the players were heading in the same direction.
This made Anshui very curious, thinking that direction might be the player race’s homeland.
But thinking of the players’ greed, he then had an idea. Perhaps there was some interest in that direction that attracted the players.
With curiosity, he decided to lead the racial kin to stealthily go and see.
An hour later, the horizon turned pale.
Anshui saw a black domain wall that left him dumbstruck, like a giant dragon charging into the clouds, seamlessly connected with the sky and spanning the end of his sight.
Player teams entered this black high wall from different directions.
“Is this the player race’s homeland?”
Though he had never seen this black high wall, Anshui for some reason felt that the aura emanating from this domain wall was very familiar to him.
At that moment, Anshui suddenly thought of the self-destruct device in the Darkborn space.
If he could throw it into the player race’s homeland and detonate it, he would surely inflict a painful lesson upon the player race.
The thought alone made him feel relieved.
“You stay here. I will go have a look.”
Ordering his racial kin to stay, Anshui headed straight for the Evil Moon domain.
Choosing an area without players, he took a deep breath and passed through the domain barrier. His consciousness then connected to the Darkborn space.
Just as he was preparing to take out the self-destruct device, the scene before his eyes left him dumbfounded.
An icy wind howled. A sea of fog formed by countless Evil Entities surged into towering waves and swept in.
A great number of player race figures were battling the ferocious Evil Entities born within the black fog, launching wave after wave of fearless charges forward.
As for these Evil Entity figures, Anshui was very familiar with them.
They were the nightmare existence in his eyes, also the force Anstar had called the most evil in the Monster World, the terrifying Black Tide.
His gaze shifted to the player race members he had once called ants.
A question sprang up in his mind.
This was the player race taking the initiative to attack the terrifying Black Tide?
How dare they!
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