Wolf finally made his move. He sprinted from side to side and hit La Finta using the poml of his blade. That would deal no damage to the crowned elf, but enough to make her unconscious. That was what he had expected.
I raced behind La Finta and struck her using my penitent's blade. I made sure that I hit her heart and cut off La Finta's arteries. Although this world was a ga, the organs worked the sa.
The tip of my blade pierced through her skin like scissors cutting through paper. I did not have to exert a strenuous effort as I pushed my blade deeper into La Finta's body.
A swishing sound echoed through our ears as the sharp edge of my dagger reached the other side of the elf's body. La Finta had not died yet, so I had to finish the job.
"You're not aiming for ." Wolf realised what had happened in front of him.
The wet scarlet blood splattered on his hands. The blood ca not from him, but from the elf at his fore.
La Finta coughed out the blood because of the stab. With her remaining ounce of strength left in her body, she opened her mouth.
"You... were the one who killed King Arthur?"
An apologetic smile erged from my face. It was not a beam, but my lips curved in embarrassnt. But I had to do it. I needed to kill La Finta and get the obelisk.
If the Grandmother was dead, I can take the erald resin from her and accomplish my goal. I will get my revenge on the ga developers who made this world.
"I'm sorry."
I snatched the pocket-sized gemstone tangled in La Finta's neck and jolted away. Her weakened body fell on Wolf. The long-eared elf wanted to do sothing, but her wounds opened whenever she jerked.
"La Finta!" Wolf scread and caught her descending body in his arms.
He tried tending to the wounds by using a red flask hidden in his coat. Wolf set his priorities to the elf dying in his hands. I used that mont to escape and fled back to the gates.
I gripped the erald tighter in my hands and observed its design. It had the size of a fanned-shaped leaf, more considerable than my palm. The gemstone had a viridescent glow, bright enough to act as a portable lantern in the dark.
"You!" Wolf growled in my direction. "Why are you doing this! You don't have to kill your fellow NPCs!"
I shook my head in response. "I have to do it."
After our exchange, I rushed towards the gate and used the shadow as my pavent. [Shadow walk] allowed to extend the duration of my ability. It beca burdenso for anyone to see , especially when I sched to escape during the night.
The rangers entered the scene, but they were too late. Among the marching wardens, a petite young-looking elf spotted La Finta and Wolf at the centre of the throne. The group scread and said sothing about the situation, with Wolf explaining to himself what happened.
My plan was perfect. The elves would fra the Grandmother's death to Wolf, a player who had breached the Elven Kingdom. There was also a war happening at the kingdom's ingress.
The elves would invalidate Wolf's claim and raise their guard against him, treating him as their enemy. I was sure of it. Nobody would believe an intruder, let alone a player invading their fort. Those wardens would never suspect a thing about and shift their focus to Wolf.
I rushed towards the castle's sides, hoping to return to the stables. Before advancing, I tried placing the erald gemstone inside my inventory [astral space]. But my system refused to take the valuable item. It told I needed to make a vessel for the stone if I yearned to store it inside my bag.
[The obelisk you are holding is a sacred treasure in Code, Master Rose.] The automated voice inford .
I had no choice but to place it inside my pocket, hoping that it would not fall off when I engage in battle. There was no ti for to lose, so I proceeded to the hall and retraced my steps back to the barn.
However, the scene in front of was not part of my plan.
"Overturn the citadel and find the dungeon where the elves imprisoned our friends!" A blaring war cry ca out from a warrior's lips. "Leave no NPC alive!"
He had a bulky body filled with thick muscles and skin. The warrior had a two-handed weapon gripped by both of his hands. With one swing of his blade, the rangers fighting against him got split in half.
He was a player, a one-man army. These might be Wolf's friends and party?
But it confused why Wolf would enter the throne alone when there was a clash at the front lines?
'Maybe he was doing his thing alone?' I thought, but I brushed the idea away.
Behind the plump man were his couple of friends defending his rear. Those were the players who had entered the kingdom and bypassed the rangers. So of them were still battling against the front.
There must be two forces assaulting the ingress.
I inspected his background and found out his na was r, leader of the Western Branch Adventurer's Guild. I lived in the Kingdom of Freiy, so I knew nothing about this guy from before. All I perceived were players entering and out from Code and paid little attention to these details.
The adventurer's guild protected the Mainland and the neighbouring empires from monsters, terrorists, player-killers, and even burglars. They upheld their duty as officers that projected peace and justice in Code.
But now that the situation had escalated beyond their grasp. The world beca a death ga, where these players could die in the other world if their character died here in Code. It was arduous for to understand everything, but that was what the system told .
r glared in my direction, thinking that I was an NPC and not a player. I forgot to change my title into a player, and I needed to pay the price for my blunder. It was too late for to change my title now.
I had to slip away before the guards could notice the obelisk in my hands.
"Sir, we found a villager wearing a red cloak inside the castle. Should we kill her?" A monitor appeared from r's skin. I could see their conversation, given that I was a player like them.
"Kill all NPC. That's an order."
After r's commands, multiple arrows ca crashing towards . My right eye radiated once again, helping to elude the attack coming from afar. It was the work of my system that partially controlled my body during combat.
I slid backwards and avoided the pointed tips of the arrows. r, who was still watching in the distance, heaved an exhale.
"Despite being a villager, you dodged those bolts from the players? And they're level twenty, dammit." r grunted and trundled forward.
"I'm not one of them," I stated. "There is no reason fighting , a lost villager, not an elf."
The warrior shook his head and uttered, "I don't care. You killed my friends. That's how it is."
Without a hint of doubt, the warrior raced towards and leapt towards the air. r raised his weapon, attempting to land a hit on . I rolled sidewards and dodged the initial impact of his crash. However, the pulse that ca afterwards hit like a carriage, forcing to hover towards the sides.
I was fortunate enough to hit a wall from a nearby treehouse. The panel decreased the damage I had accumulated, but the act still graced my body. Dozens of wounds appeared on my limbs as I used my hands to cushion my fall. The churning pain pulsated throughout my body, corrupting my focus on the warrior before .
My feet desperately crawled at the sides, hoping to create a distance between the warrior and . However, it was not too long that the other players showed up and used their arcane against .
I forced myself to stand up and used the barks to my advantage. There were five players in front of , all level 15-30. I was at a disadvantage.
The mage cast and directed her spell in my direction. A stream of raging water materialised from her palms, hoping to wash further away from the creeping vines. One magic caster conjured a lightning strike, attempting to amplify the spell projected by his friend.
I lurched sideways and used my montum to jump onto a branch. The bough had a height of 100 centitres, enough to avoid the blast.
However, my speed was not fast enough to outmanoeuvre the lightning strike. I eventually got hit by the spark, crisping both the tree and the branch. My motionless body descended and slamd into the ground.. With a clamorous thump, the plumt stunned for half a minute.
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