Chapter 1236 - Pac-Man Game and Extermination

For these three purebred Americans, the sound of the bells and the drums, coupled with the clear and melodious four-beat rhythm, indeed seemed more like an exotic-sounding rap than a Daoist priest performing a ceremony.

But the rap wasn’t important right now. What was important was that as Luke charged upward, he suddenly glowed with golden light.

Golden light quickly spread out from his body: one meter, two meters, five meters, and then ten meters, before it stopped.

During this process, he was still charging forward despite being completely enveloped by the golden light.

On Staten Island at night, a small golden sun rose.

The injured woman on the ground was dumbfounded and could only mutter “OMG” repeatedly.

As for the old man and the blonde, they were a little unlucky.

Luke was still using the special fusion energy which he had cloned from the blue bullet. He was just using telekinesis to spread it outward from his body.

Thus, the light effect of the golden sun was like that of a blue bullet; an ordinary person would only be able to see 5 to 10% of it at most.

For these two RIPD members, they got the full 100% light effect.

Luke was about to make a fortune. He threw in another 10,000 credit points into this golden sun, which was a combination of telekinesis and credit points, and the golden light grew several times brighter.

The injured woman, who was just an ordinary person, could still look straight at the golden sun. To the old man and the blonde, however, it was as dazzling as the sun at noon in the middle of summer.

“Ahhh!” Both of them screamed at the same time and covered their dog eyes. They hurriedly lowered their heads and cursed, “F*ck.”

But compared with their temporary blindness, the group of Deados charging down from the sky with the intent of snatching away the divine artifact of the afterlife was undoubtedly far more unlucky.

Accompanied by the earth-shattering sound of a melodious bell and the Chinese chant of rebirth, Luke’s golden sun crashed into the swarm of undead.

Both parties were moving very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the tip of the grayish-black column that was made up of undead plunged into the golden sun.

These ghosts didn’t even scream and there wasn’t even any smoke as they simply disappeared.

The undead at the back were terrified, but few of them could control their falling bodies.

The golden sun was like a little yellow Pac-Man opening its mouth wide from below and adjusting its position from time to time to ensure that the string of undead fell in.

Hence, no blood was shed and an unusual scene of tragedy was born.

It hadn’t been easy for these 700 or so undead ghosts to obtain this rare opportunity, and they had been lucky enough to be the first to escape the afterlife.

Before they could even land on Earth, however, more than 500 of them had evaporated.

The remaining 200 or so were a little luckier. They were a little further away from the main formation, and were lucky to avoid the “devouring” range of the little golden sun.

But before they could celebrate, the golden sun came to an abrupt stop before swooping down again in a long streak of flames.

At that moment, the golden sun had already shrunk to a diameter of two meters, but finger-thick tendrils of golden light stretched out of it. They were like vipers hunting for prey as they pierced falling soldiers and reduced them to dust.

In the meantime, Luke fired a series of golden bullets.

He didn’t want to let go of any of the undead who had drifted some distance in the air. They were all experience and credit points!

The three people on the ground were completely stunned. What the hell?

That bunch of Deados… disappeared?

In fact, the Deados were falling faster and faster. Some of them were quick to react and wanted to flee in all directions.

In order for Luke to kill the ones who were the fastest to escape, there were some undead in the air who still slipped his net.

In the end, 50 or so of them finally landed before they fled.

For them, this golden ball of light which ate them like food was too terrifying.

They were Deados, but they weren’t completely stupid.

Many of them saw the golden divine artifact of the afterlife nearby, but none of them headed in that direction as they simply scattered.

As for the old man, the blonde and the injured woman on the ground? The undead didn’t care at all. In any case, no matter how terrifying they were, they weren’t as terrifying as that golden ball of light.

Unfortunately, these undead had run into a staunch pragmatist this time.

Luke’s Big Dipper Armor focused on stealth and dexterity, and wasn’t especially fast; it wasn’t as outstanding as Tony’s Mark series.

He had already killed more than ten guys in the group of undead who could fly.

However, there were two with bat wings on their backs who were stronger. One was still able to turn around and flee even after being hit hard.

Luke didn’t have the ability to teleport, nor did he know where the guy ran off to, so he could only give up for the time being.

Now, only the guys who could do nothing but run on their two legs were left. They still wanted to compete with the Big Dipper Armor in speed, but could only die in the end.

The three onlookers had truly become “spectators.”

They could only watch as the man, who looked like a golden sun, flew in a circle in the air and blew up all the fleeing ghosts before he flew back to them.

At that moment, Luke’s mood had picked up.

Although he might have missed out on the contribution rate for preventing the vortex from opening, the undead leader’s final operation of summoning monsters to feed Luke was truly impressive, and allowed him to recoup a lot.

After all, if he really had made it in time to close that great vortex before those 700 or so undead ghosts had a chance to come out, he naturally wouldn’t be able to slurp them up like noodles.

His attitude was much better now that he was in a good mood.

He lowered his head, and the two black eye sockets in the black-and-white skull mask stared at the injured woman.

“Who is she?” he asked.

The woman’s lips moved, but she didn’t say anything.

She knew that the question wasn’t directed at her, even if the terrifying black-and-white skull was staring at her.

The old man: “She’s… $#”

Luke said impatiently, “Speak human language.”

The old man was also annoyed. He knew that his words had been automatically garbled again, and quickly changed them. “She’s on our side; she’s not a bad person.”

Humming in response, Luke took out a simple syringe from his waist. He then took out a bottle of Life 1 with his other hand.

Chi!

Half of the 10mm bottle of Life 1 was used up as he injected the woman in the neck.

At the same time, he easily pulled out the dagger that was in her stomach, and took a look to make sure that it wasn’t anything special or that it was poisoned.

The old man turned pale with fright and lunged forward. “Wait, don’t…”