Chapter 245-3: Enemy Commander, Backstabbing a Fellow Townsman (3) |
Arriving over the area where elemental Spell Towers stood in ranks, the End Behemoth folded its wings, which transformed into a giant flesh-and-blood blade, and it dove from several hundred meters up.
Boom.
At the moment of impact, the ground within a radius of a kilometer shattered like fragile glass. The shockwave exploded in a ring, snapping the nearest eight elemental towers in half.
A violent magical turbulence gushed from the broken tower bodies, yet the instant it touched the End Behemoth’s surface, the flowing flesh-and-blood armor completely blocked it.
At this moment, the top of a nearby Spell Tower lit up.
The End Behemoth’s left arm had already transformed into a bone blade dozens of meters long. The blade edge vibrated at high frequency and swept sideways.
There was no sound at all.
The tower was cut diagonally into two sections. Its upper half slid off and collapsed.
The End Behemoth’s assault did not stop. Its massive body arrived in an instant before another Spell Tower. The elemental energy had not yet blossomed before it was swallowed in one gulp by the End Behemoth.
At this time, a wholly azure ice Spell Tower suddenly flared with dazzling light, and an extremely cold beam shot from its top.
The End Behemoth neither dodged nor avoided. Its chest emitted the roar of vitality.
Heartbeats like war drums echoed across the battlefield, and the flesh-and-blood armor on its body boiled and rolled.
The extreme-cold beam shot forth, coating the surface of the End Behemoth with a layer of frost.
But it was melted by the roaring vitality in the next second.
Roar.
The End Behemoth opened its mouth and bellowed. A terrifying vitality shell instantly blasted the ice elemental Spell Tower to pieces.
The forest of Spell Towers erected by spellcaster group players was destroyed in a short time by the End Behemoth.
At this moment, the End Behemoth also locked onto figures not far away who were still trying to construct Spell Towers.
Within, Blood King’s face showed a ferocious grin.
The wings on its back spread again. This time it was not for flight. Thousands of feathers fell off simultaneously and reassembled in the air into a yellow giant spear.
He hurled it hard.
As the spear flew, the air tore into a sharp screech.
Boom.
The spot where dozens of grouped spellcaster players stood was bombarded in an instant, and a giant pit appeared in the ground.
Having successfully killed the target group, the End Behemoth raised its right hand and clenched a fist.
In the next second, the feather fragments scattered at the center of the explosion suddenly trembled and lit with blinding blood light.
As if drawn by an invisible force, they converged from all directions.
Ten thousand blood-colored streams streaked across the sky like a reverse red meteor shower. The scene was magnificent.
When all the fragments returned behind the End Behemoth, they rapidly reassembled.
The entire process took only three seconds, and an even more ferocious pair of flesh-and-blood wings unfolded again.
The newborn wings were thicker than before. Dozens of sharp bone spurs extended along the edges, and blood-colored ripples pulsed across the wing membranes.
The End Behemoth gave a violent beat of its wings.
Boom.
The savage airflow kicked up dust as the End Behemoth suddenly rose into the air.
After reaching a certain height, the End Behemoth hovered in place, its six pairs of compound eyes coldly sweeping the battlefield, seeking the core combat power among the invading force.
Then its figure turned into an earth-yellow stream of light and slammed once more into a corner of the battlefield.
With this impact, Blood King crushed several nearby near-death racial members along with it.
Just as Blood King was preparing to continue, a prompt sounded in his mind once again.
[Challenger Notification: You killed an Etherbreath warrior (Super Beast armament) and gained sacrificial power reward…]
Along with the prompt, a certain power seeped into his body.
His body seemed to be blessed by some power, and he felt comfortable all over.
This left Blood King stunned.
The voice in his mind had appeared again.
It seemed this voice only emerged when he killed warriors of his own race.
A capability attached to the new body?
This was clearly abnormal.
When the war priests transplanted the new body for him, they examined in detail the specific condition of the new body.
According to the war priests, apart from possessing a breathing organ composed of special elements (cultivation combat technique organ), the rest of the body’s composition was incomparably pure and contained no power.
So where exactly was the problem?
The strangest thing about this body was that the source of ability release could not be found.
The release of any ability requires a process of accumulation, such as the breathing organ extracting elements from the outside world.
Then it is transported and sketched through the bloodline or the spiritual network, and only the final step is release.
But when he released the abilities inherent to this body, none of the organs in the body reacted at all.
It was as if once he had the thought, the ability started along with it.
So it was certain that the body’s organs had no relation to the release of abilities.
Then from where were the abilities released?
This led Blood King to think of a possibility, but this possibility felt extremely absurd to him.
In his eyes, there was only one thing that could defy reality, and that was rules.
Over the long years of cross-boundary campaigns, he had heard countless times of rule-series abilities, a power only super strong races qualified to grasp.
To master a rule was to possess power that defied the operating laws of the world.
But as for how to create a rule, the Etherbreath race still had no clue to this day.
The only thing they had created were king beasts with characteristics similar to pseudo-rules.
The End Behemoth he controlled now was precisely one of them.
Within every king beast, scholars of his race had fused a portion of ability derived painstakingly from the world’s operation.
This portion of power granted the End Behemoth the ability to devour and collect target gene fragments, thereby gaining stronger power.
But this portion of power could not be considered a rule ability at all.
He could not imagine that there might actually be rule power hidden within this body.
But where exactly the rule was hidden, he did not know either.
The war priests had already examined the body inside and out. Apart from the breathing organ, there was nothing special.
But now was not the time to think about this.
After a brief thought, Blood King controlled the End Behemoth to rejoin the battle.
With a crushing posture, he slew all invaders encountered along the way.
At this time, the regional chat channel had already exploded into heated discussion.
Many players, after being killed by the End Behemoth, were instantly dumbfounded.
When they heard the Challenger Notification, they thought they had misheard or been accidentally hurt by their own brothers.
It seemed they were killed by the End Behemoth, but before dying they were struck by a ‘power of the hometown’ that came out of nowhere. Thus appeared the phenomenon in which the eyes saw they were killed by a native of the small world, but in fact they were killed by a player.
But friendly fire on the battlefield was entirely understandable.
There was no teammate immunity mechanism in the game, and many players, starting as Ultimate Newbies, had more or less had cases of friendly fire.
Players were tolerant of such friendly fire.
But this conjecture could not stand up to verification.
Many player squads had their own chat groups.
After comparing, they found that the contents shown in their combat logs were the same, namely:
[Combat Log: You were killed by the player ‘Little Mage’ and have entered a one-hour revival cooldown.]
The topic began with players in the death cooldown posting a screenshot in group chat, saying they were unlucky and had been accidentally killed by their own brother.
Then a second player jumped out: Damn it, I was killed by this guy too (attached screenshot).
After that, more players in the team emerged to participate in the discussion.
This proved that a player was running around the battlefield ambushing and killing fellow townspeople.
With doubts in mind, they all relayed the news to partners still fighting in the small world.
Before long, an analysis screenshot of the End Behemoth began to circulate in the regional chat channel.
The displayed content could prove that the commander of the Super Beast Legion piloting the End Behemoth was none other than their fellow townsman from the same village.
This made many players realize that a player with dogshit luck had triggered a hidden quest of the instance world and infiltrated the enemy camp.
Upon learning the truth, quite a few players cursed out loud.
Especially those killed by ‘Little Mage,’ who all said the account would be settled when he returned to the village.
Players could tolerate being killed by natives of another world.
After all, if one’s skill is inferior, there is nothing to complain about.
As players, who hasn’t been killed by monsters?
They could also tolerate being killed by friendly fire; that was an understandable mistake.
But they could not tolerate a backstab from a fellow townsman.
Facing the unbeatable End Behemoth, a Gargoyle build player actively closed in.
What greeted him was a heavy punch from the End Behemoth.
After activating Petrification to hard-tank one blow, the Gargoyle build player’s health bar instantly hit rock bottom. He roared at this moment.
“Brother, are you crazy? Even for a hidden quest, you don’t play it like this. Do you still want to live in the village later or not?”
These words were heard by Blood King.
He could understand every single word, but together they formed a meaning he did not understand.
He ignored the Gargoyle build player’s roar, waved his hand to form a bone blade, and smashed it down.
“Beast, wait for me back in the village.”
Unaffected, the bone blade fell, slammed the Gargoyle build player into the ground, and he turned into black smoke and dissipated.
After completing the kill, Blood King turned and struck again.
The amnesiac player obviously would not think that the number of his enemies was rising rapidly along with his carefree slaughter.
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