Stepping over the viscous blood, a bloody footprint was left on the floor. The bronze sword in hand beca sowhat slippery due to the soaked blood fats. The petite body was already covered in bloodstains. Of course, they were the bloodstains of the enemy.
The corpse chieftains were not easy to deal with. Although their movents were stiff, their speed and strength had already exceeded ordinary people. In order to attack, they could make movents that went against their body structure.
This was not the most troubleso part.
Looking at the wailing, begging or cursing puppets, Qiu Wentian’s delicate and indifferent face beca slightly rigid.
"Beasts!" All she could do was curse the Casters hiding in the shadows.
She didn’t know whether these puppets still retained the consciousness and feelings of being humans or whether it was simply a disguise made by the puppeteers behind the scenes to confuse her.
This move indeed had a significant impact on her.
If facing fierce enemies or mighty armies, Qiu Wentian would not hesitate. As a [Player], facing danger was not uncommon.
But now, these guys were showing involuntarily behaviors and wailing words which hamred heavily in Qiu Wentian’s heart, as if she was a villain slaughtering civilians.
The bronze sword in her hand beca increasingly heavy, and this was not an illusion.
Qiu Wentian’s combat strength was indeed considerable, and these weapons were indispensable for her, with amazing auxiliary effects, but their usage was extrely demanding.
The only thing she could use freely now was the first whip sword.
The second samurai sword could be used only after receiving an attack first. It was her counterasure.
These two bronze swords, however, could only be used under the dual standards of ’guarding the weak’ and ’fighting for self-preservation’.
The words of the corpse chiefs brought her a shock, and she subconsciously thought of "they are innocent" or "they are still salvageable."
This made the standard of ’protecting the weak’ begin to blur...
Fortunately, Qiu Wentian was a [Player] who had experienced many hardships. She quickly stabilized her mind, defined the wailing people in front of her as enemies disrupting her state of mind, and proceeded without hesitation.
"I will bear your pain. Now, please go in peace!" Qiu Wentian sighed as the two swords gradually closed together.
The intense pressure even moved the observing wild cat, who quickly cut down the nearest corpse chief’s head with an axe.
[Scholarly Rogue] ability triggered, creating a distance.
"It’s not enough!" The wild cat’s fighting instinct warned her to get away from the girl imdiately.
So, in less than a second, she slashed four tis, killing four corpse chieftains at the cost of teleporting four tis, creating a distance of nearly fifty ters.
The next mont, the bronze swords rged, and the dazzling light of the blades danced between the floors.
The wild cat saw dozens of phantom figures surging out, all wearing ancient robes and swordsman attire.
They spread like ghostly figures, and wherever they went, blood flowed like rivers.
They only made one sword strike, but even with just one strike, they could separate the corpse chieftains’ heads from their bodies and cut them in half!
Just one move cleared about 90% of the corpse chieftains on this floor.
The wild cat was also affected, as one phantom noticed her and struck.
The strike was powerful, but the prepared wild cat managed to block it.
"Enemies within range will be given a sword? Combined with their own attribute suppression, it can effectively repel opponents." The wild cat looked at the cleared floor and shook her head: "But it’s not enough."
"This is not a long-term solution." At the sa ti, Qiu Wentian thought to herself, glancing at the rising elevator.
She could feel a great malice spreading, and the guy in the elevator was very dangerous and hostile.
It shouldn’t be Norton. As the operator, he should be hiding sowhere where he wouldn’t be found.
Which other [Player] could it be? The third-ranked Uncle Eight-direction? The fourth-ranked Shot-in-the-Knee?
Not to ntion the guy in the elevator, the corpse chieftains kept pouring in, and there was an assassin lurking in the dark.
In a three-on-one situation... Qiu Wentian had been targeted before, and it was possible that everyone who ca to this [Task] was a monster capable of taking on multiple adversaries. Being besieged by three monsters, she had little confidence in surviving.
"Why didn’t they tell about this situation beforehand...?" Qiu Wentian complained in her heart about the companions who gave her [Task Items].
She looked out the window, and a helicopter was hovering tens of ters away. She didn’t know who it represented among players’ forces.
Just then, she heard the continuous sound of gunfire.
The helicopter in the distance also turned on the searchlights at this mont, as if pointing to sothing.
"Reinforcents? Unlikely, as there can only be one winner in this task. Are the players here to pick up the spoils?" Qiu Wentian’s brain spun quickly, realizing that she had too little information.
Her Contractor, Yami, was trembling under her cape at the mont.
Yami was just an ordinary little girl, not even aware of the existence of the Mark of the King. She couldn’t provide any information.
...
On the other hand, Shot-in-the-Knee finally showed his cavalry strength, and his motorcycle, after hitting several corpse puppets approaching him, drove directly up the exterior wall of the World Trade Center.
With a speed that could bring Newton back to life and then kill him again, he drove vertically at a ninety-degree angle towards the top floor of the World Trade Center.
That’s why [Players] were not controlled by Newton, but by awesoness.
anwhile, Li Changhe was on the rooftop of a nearby residential building, carrying a heavy machine gun and conducting long-range shooting support.
With the ability of [Long-range Attack Proficiency], he could accurately send machine gun bullets into the heads of the corpse puppets blocking Shot-in-the-Knee’s path, clearing the obstacles and reducing the pressure for him.
"What a hellish scene. They actually let lifeless puppets pose like this." Yun Ting whispered in his mind.
On the exterior walls surrounding the building, at least a hundred corpse puppets clung. As Li Changhe and Shot-in-the-Knee intervened, the puppets fell from the height one by one.
She saw the falling puppets showing vivid expressions of fear, begging, cursing... as if they were real people being pushed off the building.
"It’s an attack on the heart." Li Changhe responded in a low voice: "What a bad taste."
As he said that, he turned back and shot, turning a corpse puppet that had unknowingly approached him into a honeycomb.
Approaching him were two n and a woman, three corpse puppets who seed like a family of three. Under Li Changhe’s shooting, they were split in two.
The oldest male corpse puppet let out a desperate roar and tried to climb closer to his family.
At the sa ti, he cursed at Li Changhe, as if he was the killer of them.
"Stop acting, Norton." Li Changhe said softly, "Don’t force to kill you now!"
Like a changed face, the middle-aged corpse puppet’s desperate face turned into a smile: "Indeed, you noticed."
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