The sound of blood splattering that made teeth sore rang in everyone's ears. It was the sound made when the dagger belonging to the little thief instantly penetrated into Yan Shalom's head. The giant dragon was still in a weak state. The snake eyes seemed to be unable to withstand the full-strength strike from the max-level thief, and let out a final long roar while struggling. The ferocious look on his face still did not fade away. The thief who pulled out the dagger then cast his greedy eyes on the charred and black body of the dragon that gradually became motionless. He licked his lips and finally took the lead. He took out a water bag on his waist: "Put two bags of dragon blood first, maybe it will be useful... Hey, don't just stand there stupidly, come here and collect it!"
"...Brother Lin."
Looking at the back of the other swordsman behind him who was hesitating to move forward, King Fall, who was still standing still, asked Duan Qing not far away in a low voice: "How about... you pick first?"
"We've already agreed."
Duan Qing, who was clutching his chest and sitting on the ground, still closed his eyes: "We only want that head, and you can take the rest."
"Well……"
Looking away from the fierce gaze of the woman next to Duan Qing, King of Fall finally hesitantly followed the steps of the other players and stepped forward: "Okay, then... it is better to obey orders than to be respectful."
The sparse footsteps echoed around the cave as the quicksand gradually disappeared, leading the hesitant figures and movements of the other players to slowly approach the direction where the giant dragon fell, until the mat... When the heavy-armored warrior at the rear also moved his eyes away from the two people standing and lying together, the tight air between the two groups of people began to appear in the cheers of the group of players. Some signs of looseness. Slightly putting down the hand that was touching his back, Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was still wearing a cloak, gradually hid his cold gaze in the darkness of the hood, and his steps back followed Duan Qing's body slightly. They met each other, and took the negative look of the man in gray robe into his eyes: "Don't always show this bitter and resentful expression, okay? We haven't suffered anything."
"Then do you think that this kind of behavior of others taking away the results of our hard work is a common occurrence?" Xue Ling Huanbing bit her lip and said: "They have obviously been waiting for our results, and then they will see the opportunity. Act..."
"Don't always think so bad of others."
Interrupting the other party's words, Duan Qing exhaled two weak breaths with difficulty: "Maybe he really just ran here as they said."
"……Do you believe it?"
"What do you want?"
"Even if we don't get anything, at least we can't make it easy for them."
"Then cost our two lives and continue to postpone the completion of the mission?"
Looking at the figures of the group of max-level players jumping for joy, Duan Qing's lips twitched slightly: "Don't be ridiculous, no matter how happy they are now, they won't explode anything."
"But they are much easier to deal with than that giant dragon." Xueling Huanbing replied in a low voice: "Now is the best opportunity for a sneak attack. As long as we can deal with those two captain-level players..."
"I want to correct a conceptual error of yours."
Pulling the opponent's body forward again, Duan Qing said weakly: "Whether it's an ancient online game or a current virtual reality game, the most powerful enemy in the game world is never a monster or something. levels, but players with the same status as you."
"Like you and me, they may have strong strength and skills, legendary weapons and equipment, and most importantly - they also have their own relatives, friends and guild teams." Duan Qing smiled as he said this. He shook his head and said, "A game is just like a world. You can't just talk about it casually. Or...have you forgotten whose hands you fell into a few months ago?"
"..."
"Okay, okay, maybe your experience in the virtual world is not enough for you to realize these facts that are more cruel and straightforward than the real world."
Looking at the other person's face with tight lips and looking forward, Duan Qing, who was sighing, finally raised his eyebrows: "In this case, let me comfort you from a slightly different angle."
"Do you still remember the fog from before?" He pointed to the entrance of the cave not far from the two people: "Do you still remember the information we got from the Adventurers Association?"
"……how?"
Blinking his eyes, looking at the giant dragon's corpse being torn into pieces by everyone, Snow Spirit Huanbing finally moved his gaze away: "The fog was not condensed by the wind magician of the previous restorationist. Thundercloud? Do you have any other questions?"
"It's true that those thick fogs are indeed his thunderclouds, but if that's the case, some of the information we got before has gone awry." Duan Qing reminded with a smile: "The fog in Kemparo Canyon has long been It began to appear a few years ago. The large number of demonized monsters contained in the canyon is also caused by the long-term existence of this fog, but..."
"The wanted criminal wanted by the Council of Mages has not been on the list for such a long time." Xue Ling Huan Bing suddenly understood, with a glint in his eyes: "Not to mention that after he betrayed the Magic Empire... ...Even counting from the battle in Liberty City, it’s only been half a year now.”
"So the fog that made Kemparo Canyon impassable should not be the same thing as the thundercloud created by the wanted criminal we saw before."
Saying the same words as a summary, Duan Qing then returned his gaze to the center of the cave in front of him: "Considering the existence of the fog, the existence of the mission we received, and the strength of the Rock Salon..."
"The reason for the appearance of this fog may have already been revealed."
The screams belonging to the players then appeared in the open space in front of the two people, accompanied by the exclamations of the other figures surrounding them as they gradually retreated, a layer of hazy water. The fog then filled everyone's eyes as the giant dragon corpse gradually disappeared, exuding a strange hazy light in the already dark sky. In the gradually widening eyes of Gedman, who was standing at the end, the hazy mist was constantly surging above the dragon's corpse. Countless lines deeper than the darkness were then like torn hair balls formed by those The depths of the water mist gradually flowed toward the surface, weaving into the image of a huge eyeball in the air: "...finally...saw..."
"What, what is this?" One of the players' panicked shouts echoed in every corner of the cave: "You--"
His voice suddenly stopped, and along with it was a black thread that penetrated the player's head. The surface of the thread protruding from the center of the huge eyeball lit up with bright black fluorescence, and the player The player's mouth and eyes screamed and slowly directed towards the direction of the mist: "...lower...creatures, the taste...is very bad..."
"I...want...more..."
"So what are these eyeballs? Are they hiding the BOSS?"
Looking at the scene where the player had turned into a white light of death under the absorption of the black thread, the little thief who was closest to the mist pulled out the dagger that was still inserted into the dragon's corpse: "Humph, just right! There was no such thing before. Going into the war, I’m still suffocating in my heart!”
"Agility burst!" He roared, and his whole body seemed to emit a light green radiance: "Burst stab! Drink!"
The light green radiance gathered at the tip of the dagger in his hand and became the last point. As the thief roared and swung forward, it turned into a complete arc, as if it could split the air. The arc then separated the surface of the water mist, creating a large wound at the bottom of the eyeball woven with black lines. Then a trace of joy flashed in his eyes. The little thief named King Genji, who originally wanted to quickly evacuate the mist, paused slightly. He looked at the center of the strange mist that was still entangled. The hazy appearance of the condensed eyeballs once again condensed the explosive power emerging from the body into his hands: "Ha! It's injured! Everyone, hurry up! We have another BOSS who can--"
puff.
The eyeballs did not return to their original shape as everyone expected. The entangled black threads finally turned into the shape of a pair of giant claws in the mist. The ferocious and sharp claw tips suddenly stretched forward in the eyes of the others. Pierced the chest of the thief who was still talking. Amidst the blood spurting out from his chest and mouth, the thief who was completely unresponsive turned his head in shock. He stared at the fluorescent light that gradually lit up on the black threads that were still bulging on his chest. He originally wanted to The dagger that was about to be cut off gradually stopped in the air: "How... is it possible..."
"It tastes bad, and it's weak."
It was still the mysterious voice that kept ringing from the mystery, and the surging black lines conveyed the clear will into the thief's mind: "A soul that is too dirty..."
"In the name of Distoia, I grant you the fate of disappearing."
The harsh buzzing sound then echoed in every corner of the entire cave. It was the sound made when the thief player on the fingertips of the giant claw was gradually being sucked out by some dark power. It was just the same as before. Unlike that player, this Foundation King's body disappeared bit by bit in a visible dissolution method. Looking at the half-decomposed face of the thief who could not make a sound, the frightened face seemed to be frightened by the huge fear as King Fall and Gedmane originally wanted to evacuate. The remaining players who were still alive looked at the dark mist that was still expanding with trembling bodies and eyes: "You, who are you?"
"I am an observer."
As the surrounding air suddenly sank a little, the voice that came directly into my head answered clearly: "Thank you for lifting my seal, lower creatures."
"Uh...you're welcome." In the scene where all the players were trembling, Gedmane, as the leader of the group, was the first to speak out: "We, can we go?"
"No."
The water mist was completely dyed black, and the voice, along with the surging threads, extended in front of everyone: "I will continue to perform my duties and observe your consciousness."
"Be my meal in this immersive nightmare, little human being."
The piercing screams were accompanied by countless extended dark threads spurting out towards every corner of the cave, instantly piercing the figures of every player present, and the radiance with energy absorption was followed by the black mist. It suddenly expanded, covering all the players with the white light they transformed into when they died and were reincarnated.
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"What on earth is that?"
"No, I don't know, but I will never go back. Those black lines extending into my body... ugh, it's scary to think about it now."
"I won't go back either. Whoever wants the dragon's corpse can take it."
"I agree, but... have you noticed anything wrong?"
In a tavern in Tanzania City in the free world, several players who had just emerged from the respawn point quickly gathered around a certain heavily armored warrior. They discussed with each other the bizarre feelings they had just experienced. Finally, everyone's eyes widened as a certain player prompted: "Damn, my level seems to have been lowered too!"
"The experience has been lost by about 10%... Damn it, that eyeball monster can really absorb experience."
"You can make up for it by killing a few monsters and completing a quest. The amount absorbed is not too large, but because we are all at full level, it is natural to lose levels..."
"How is that possible! I dropped a whole level!"
A sudden and angry sound sounded next to the group of people, and at the same time, the figure of the little thief jumped up and down in front of them: "Go back! Go back! I'm going to chop that one down." Monster! I...eh? Why is my dagger completely damaged?"
"It should be because of the corrosive effect of that mysterious monster."
With a deep sigh, the man named Dynasty Fall also walked out of the tavern corridor at the rebirth point: "Wang Genji, you went a little too far this time."
"...Is it too much? I've already been sucked into a level of experience, and I haven't dealt with it yet!" The thief turned around with a fierce look on his face: "And there are only a few who are less than 20 years old. Novice players, why should we respect them, just based on the associations generated by those few IDs? Or based on them relying on a few bottles of potions to kill that... Huh?"
As if he suddenly remembered something, he opened his eyes and looked around here. Then after confirming that there were no traces of those two people here, he couldn't help but let out a curse: "...Holy crap, how is that possible?"
"Aren't they all dead?"
