CH 64

Chapter 64: Seed of Slaughter (III)

The airship gave a whistle when the ship started, and the airship that looked like an old ship at sea moved. The Qi Leren sitting in the cabin moved his body uncomfortably, waiting for the airship to lift off and fly to the main body of the Village of Twilight across the sea.

Sunset Island, where players lived in compact communities, was strange to Qi Leren, because he had never been to Sunset Island in the game, but had taken on many quests on the mainland where NPCs lived in compact communities. Today, he would go there because of one such quest.

A quest that probably involved the main plot of Nightmare World.

Although attempting the main quest now was basically equal to dying, the pre-task was mainly running errands and getting familiar with NPCs, and there was no danger before going to the Holy City, so he would just start doing it while he’s free now.

The airship flying in the air made the roar of mechanical operation, and Qi Leren looked at the sunset outside the small round window with his cheeks propped up, which was different from the mood of when he had sat in an airship the first time. This time, he had no curiosity and excitement, but was empty and faint.

He guessed that this was a repercussion left by the last mission, and his luck in both missions had been bad. After listening to the task of the Witchcraft Sacrifice, Dr. Lu expressed sympathy to him, and repeatedly stressed that the quests for general newcomers were relatively simple. If all the tasks were calculated according to the same difficulty he encountered, 90% of players would be killed in the first mission.

The next task was chosen by Dr. Lu – he insisted that his luck could crush that of ten Qi Lerens. They could choose some easy and high-rewarding tasks to finish while they were still in the preferential period for newcomers. Qi Leren had no objection to this, as he already knew his own luck very well.

From time to time, there were guests moving around in the airship. When looking around, they were all young people who were about his age. Were they players? Bored, Qi Leren tried hard not to look at this group of people too suddenly, guessing their age, character and time they entered the game.

A tall and beautiful woman returned to the cabin from the mess hall, with a cup of boiling water in her hand, and white water vapor emitting from the transparent glass. She closed the mess hall door behind her, and then walked towards an empty seat nearby.

Qi Leren’s line of sight followed her, his full stomach made him sleepy, and his thinking was dull. He casually compared this beautiful girl with the goddess, and then woke with a start and suddenly remembered that Ning Zhou was a man.

He had repeatedly restrained himself from thinking about Ning Zhou again and again, and let his dead first love stay in the underground palace forever, just as if he had had a short and beautiful dream, but he still couldn’t help but think of…

This uncontrollable situation made him depressed.

The young woman walked to the vacant seat and hesitated a little, because in the small area of eight chairs around a table, a man in a cloak was facing the direction in which she was walking to. She instinctively didn’t want to go near this stranger who disguised himself, but there were people everywhere else, so she sat down.

Qi Leren looked at the cloaked man from a distance, and he didn’t like this kind of cloaked man either, which reminded him of the last accident on the spaceship. Two outlaws threatened the passengers to die together and coerced everyone to hand over ten days of survival.

The woman sat down, took a sip of hot water, put the glass cup on the table, and the water surface swayed slightly with the airship. She still didn’t want to have more contact with this suspicious cloaked figure, so she moved to the seat inside, sat on the corner diagonal from the cloaked man as far away as possible, and the position against the wall gave her a little sense of security. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes for a nap, waiting for the airship to land.

The traveler in a cloak put his hands on the table and folded them neatly. His hands were thin, and there was a black totem on the back of his hand near his wrist. Under the magnificent sunset, the totem looked like it was climbing out of his sleeve, winding and twisting.

Qi Leren wasn’t sure if he was dazzled. Just then a few travelers walked past him and tried to sit down on the table and chair beside him, blocking his view.

A crisp sound. The sound of broken glass, and Qi Leren’s heart shook.

[Rain-Day Laundry: At present, the remaining sensing times are 2/3.]

Qi Leren suddenly stood up.

A loud noise instantly quieted down the cabin, and everyone looked at the place where it came from. The cloaked man that Qi Leren had noticed stood straight like a scarecrow, and countless black thorns and vines emerged from under the cloak, and the sword nailed the young woman to the wall.

At the moment before her death, she should have been extremely shocked. The glass placed in front of her had been broken by the thorns. Even before she could struggle, she was stabbed through her body and limbs by the black thorns, and blood splashed everywhere.

There was an uproar in the cabin, and the frightened crowd panicked to get away from the murderer’s side, but the murderer seemed to have no consciousness of killing. Instead of moving, he stood in front of his seat frozen, then slowly turned around, his face covered by the cloak shrouded in shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Qi Leren, whose heart beat faster, noticed his hands. His skinny hands were covered with totems.

What was that thing?

That bunch of hard thorny vines retracted like springs back into the murderer’s cloak, and the crucified body lost its support and fell, making a dull noise.

The sound of it falling to the ground kicked off the feast of death. In the next moment, the calm cabin turned into a bloody Asura field, and the shouts collided with the instruments that were played at random, playing a symphony of death. There was chaos in the cabin, and several thorns and vines shot out from under the cloak of the assailant, attacking innocent travelers unscrupulously, and blood flowed everywhere.

Someone shouted: “It’s a seed of slaughter, the seed of slaughter in him has awakened!”

The cloak of the assailant was torn by thorns, and the hood on his head quietly fell, revealing a thin and ferocious face. Like his hands, those horrible black totems have covered his whole face, from forehead to chin, everywhere, thickly dotted.

A few skilled travelers began to fight against him, and more people hid in the corner. In the chaos, Qi Leren was at a loss. Several fleeing passers-by ran past him and pushed him in their panic. Qi Leren stumbled and fell ungracefully under the table.

There was a loud noise on the table, followed by shrieks. The man who pushed him away just now was nailed to the wall by several black thorns. The fallen Qi Leren reluctantly climbed out from another direction. As soon as he looked up, he saw several thorns again. They nailed a traveler who had just wrestled with the assailant to the ground, less than half a meter away from him.

The traveler was not dead as a doornail. He struggled while twitching, with more and more blood leaking from his mouth. However, the strength behind his struggles became less and less, and he finally lost his life slowly.

He was dead.

The chaos in the cabin continued, and Qi Leren was afraid to stand up. He crawled under the table and chair carefully, and there was a burst of shrieks and fleeing sounds above his head. From Qi Leren’s perspective, he could only see pairs of fleeing legs and bodies lying on the ground. How long could hiding like this work? If no one could stop the murderer, it would be his turn sooner or later, and avoiding blindly couldn’t solve the problem. This reality had taught him too many lessons like this.

A popping explosion sounded, and Qi Leren saw someone throw something similar to the miniature bomb in his inventory, but it was blown away by the thorns of the assailant, and exploded with a roar, which was far less powerful than the miniature bombs, but killed several innocent players.

Throwing a bomb couldn’t hurt him at all. It must be closer, closer!

Another scream sounded closeby, and Qi Leren finally made up his mind.

Come on, use all your might!

Qi Leren clasped his last miniature bomb in his hand, rolled out from under the table, and saved!

A thorn grazed his face and plunged into the ground of the cabin. Qi Leren propped up his body to avoid another thorn coming towards him. He did not dare to throw the last miniature bomb at will. He would rather face the pain of dying himself and make sure that one blow would kill him.

Close, very close!

Several passengers closest to the cloaked man had formed a protective enchantment, trying to hold on, and the milky barrier light hanging over them was getting dim under the attack of the thorns, while the cloaked man is crazy, waving his arms, and countless thorns drilled out of his clothes, spreading around like a black wave.

Less than five meters from the cloaked man!

Qi Leren hooked his hands on the table in front of him and flipped it. Two thorns that flew by him were violently stabbed into his hand, and a sharp pain spread in his wrist. The miniature bomb fell from his hands–

Regardless of the danger, Qi Leren let himself tumble to the ground, picked up the miniature bomb and continued to rush forward. Several people who were enveloped by the enchantment looked at him in shock, like he was a madman. Qi Leren rushed to the cloaked man regardless, and he finally noticed that this audacious man wore a strange smile on his non-human face.

More, more thorns came towards him.

Come on!

Qi Leren held the bomb and smiled at him with a certain victory.

There was a loud bang and the bomb exploded.

Amid the smoke and screams, Qi Leren was loaded back to the table. He wiped his eyes that were wet with smoke and dust. A gust of wind poured in from outside the cabin, and Qi Leren opened his eyes wide.

The place of the explosion had been near the edge of the cabin, and a big hole with a width of two or three meters was blown out of the wall. The sea wind poured into the cabin, blowing away the smoke and dust.

Black thorns covered the explosion like a spider’s web, and wrapped the assailant firmly inside.

Those horrible and disgusting thorns squirmed slowly, like countless black bugs, slowly spreading out, revealing the bloody body of the murderer.

He slowly raised his head. Having lost his eyelid, his eyeball hung from the eye socket, making his already strange face more terrifying.

The eyeball turned and fixed on the place where Qi Leren was.

He smiled grimly.