Chapter 110: Slaughter Secret Society (XII)
The seed of slaughter broke out!
Luo Yishan, whose protective cover was broken, sank into the seed of slaughter’s control after it was triggered by the sudden crisis, and the crazy seed of slaughter turned into thorns piercing his body. The demon energy flowed furiously in the half-field and surrounded the altar, and the surging rain cloud of demon energy generally enveloped this half-field controlled by lava.
On the cave’s dome ceiling, the blue light of the thermophilic fungi was like a vast starry sky. Under this gloomy and strange blue light, the seeds of slaughter caused the believers to lose control one after another, devouring all reason in an instant!
Qi Leren’s, after loading the save file to resurrect himself, felt his eyes go red as the cold power ran down his neck. It was flowing through the current of his blood. That terrifying, destructive power encroached on his reason. At this moment, there was no memento ring before his eyes, no Ning Zhou. His eyes only sought death!
Luo Yishan, who had lost his hand, was the same. He forgot the wound that was constantly spraying blood, didn’t even remember to pick up his amputated hand, and forgot the ring on his amputated hand. His healthy right hand roared at Qi Leren with a heavy stick, and thorns swept towards him like heavy rain!
The two frenzied men fought in the open space, and the Qi Leren, who was fully inspired by his fighting instinct, was as agile as a bobcat. Even under the control of the seed, he did not forget his shortcomings, and Luo Yishan’s powerful hits never connected. But even so, the significant difference in combat effectiveness between the two men was not enough for him to defeat this opponent. If Ning Zhou hadn’t helped with his archery, he would have been beaten in little more than ten seconds.
The half-field was in chaos, and Mrs. Kathleen became suspicious because of how quickly Ning Zhou had broken free, but at this time she was already riding a tiger*, so after consideration still she chose to believe him. She didn’t let Luo Yishan’s cronies control the whole situation. However, under the traction of the huge demon energy, all the believers had been caught in the outbreak of the seeds of slaughter, and the believers whose seeds were deeply developed had been pierced by thorns one after another. The large black thorns unscrupulously harvested the lives of believers and a melody of death rose from the spewing blood and death wails.
*{E/N: in a precarious situation}
There was no right or wrong, just killing for celebration, and celebration for killing.
A silver arrow shot a long line of electric light across the ground, exploding into frost and spreading. The extremely cold temperature made the magma around it freeze for a moment, to say nothing of the believers in that area, their bodies and thorns becoming covered with a layer of frost that slowed their movement. Ning Zhou drew his double knives out of their sheaths and rushed to the devil worshippers who had turned to ice, killing them amidst the blood rain.
On the edge of the altar, Qi Leren had turned around and climbed up the altar, fighting bravely with Luo Yishan. His clear consciousness had been suppressed under the desire to kill, but the countdown was progressing lower and lower.
The S/L Skill’s effect time was only… seven, six, five, four, three…
Luo Yishan’s thorns swept over the rocky ground, and the limb that had been cut off by Qi Leren flew out. With its arc, it fell towards the magma.
Qi Leren, who was avoiding Luo Yishan’s attack on the altar, suddenly woke up for a moment. If the ring fell into the magma, his recent painstaking efforts would be completely invalid!
Two seconds.
With a push of his foot, he jumped up like a cat lunging for his prey.
One second.
His hand was two meters away from the flying amputated hand. He was still rising, but the bloody hand was falling away.
Zero seconds.
He also began to fall, but was still half a meter short! Only half a meter away!
The save time had passed, and the skill cooling countdown was 0:59:59.
His feet were no longer solid ground but hot lava, and the terrible heat was on him, getting closer and closer…
He’d lost his center of gravity, falling upside down. The world was inverted before his eyes. Ironically, at this moment, he could calmly look at the absurd Slaughter ceremony not far away. In this upside down world, the blood gushing everywhere was like red rain falling from the sky, more dazzling than the magma.
A cold voice laughed wildly in his mind. It was the seed of slaughter’s consciousness, and it joyfully commanded him to die.
No, stop! There was still a way, there had to be a way… Yes, he could use the [Countercurrent Sand] to reset a skill card at will, but… Even if he reset the S/L skill here, he would still fall into magma in midair after loading the file!
It was over.
Once again, his sober consciousness was swallowed up by the seed of slaughter. Qi Leren looked at the hot red manga indifferently as he watched himself rush towards death.
“Qi Leren-! Grab the ring!!!” Ning Zhou’s voice came from far away, waking him from his zen state like sudden thunder.
Qi Leren’s consciousness once again overcame the seed of slaughter, and he realized that he was falling into the abyss of death.
To fall into magma was to fall into hell. He would be reduced to ashes and disappear here forever.
There was only one chance for him to survive…
Grab the ring!
Although his spiritual power left after breaking from his meditative state was weak, it made the impossible possible at the moment when it seemed lost. Qi Leren stretched his hand out hard and grabbed the hand at the moment when it was about to fall into magma. The cold temperature of the memento ring shocked his system, and he frantically screamed in his his mind-
Get out! Close the field! Get us out of here!
A white light flashed, and the half-fields was closed.
At this moment, this feast of the Devil of Slaughter’s dance…
Abruptly ended.
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In front of him was a hot red. As if given an electric shock, Qi Leren sprang up from the sofa only for his legs to go soft, sitting back down.
At the last second in the half-field, the hot magma had almost touched his head, and the terrible heat seemed to have burned his soul. At that time, his S/L skill had run out. If Ning Zhou hadn’t woken him up at that time, if he hadn’t caught the amputated hand at that time…
The amputated hand was still in his hand, yet before Qi Leren could take off the memento ring, his hand was grasped.
An awkward Ning Zhou pulled his wrist, and his blue eyes were like the sea in the storm, brewing a horrible mood. Qi Leren was stunned, a little embarrassed.
"Oh… We’re okay,” the old man Qi Leren said towards the ground, but he didn’t have any confidence in his heart.
His wrist hurt, but Qi Leren didn’t dare to look at Ning Zhou’s face. Just now, he couldn’t tell whether Ning Zhou was going to hit him or hug him… Probably hit him. He also knew that the image at that moment had been too thrilling, enough that someone watching would have a heart attack.
After leaving the half-field, his seed of slaughter was controlled, and now it was back to hiding in the back of his neck. Qi Leren was a little distracted thinking about it, only to suddenly hear Ning Zhou’s voice: “At any time, living is the most important thing.”
“…Um, I see.” The atmosphere was too strange, and Qi Leren had no intention of arguing. He took his hand away and contacted the Trials Office with a walkie-talkie. “The ring is here, come quickly.”
“Three minutes, wait on the roof,” Al’s calm voice came from the other end of the walkie talkie.
There wasn’t much time, and the Slaughter Secret Society’s belivers would surely come here. They had to leave before they arrived.
Qi Leren took the ring off the amputated hand and held it in his hand. He didn’t complete the ritual task or kill another candidate, so the ring didn’t belong to him, nor was he the Slaughter Secret Society’s keeper. At most, he could only use part of this half-field.
Unfortunately, believers summoned to the half-field could refuse to enter it, otherwise he could now pull all the believers into the half-field and escape with ease.
“Let’s go and wait for the airship on the roof,” Qi Leren said to Ning Zhou.
On the roof, the sun shone like blood.
The Nightmare Game had not explained why the Nightmare World had this strange weather in the Village of Dusk. This human sanctuary shrouded in the sunset all year round seemed to have been forgotten in time, together with the sunset that never fell.
But at this moment, the two people have no intention of appreciating such beautiful scenery. From the direction of the setting sun, a large group of bats were coming towards them like migratory birds. Looking down from above, believers wearing cloaks and masks appeared in the distant streets. They were coming here to stop them from taking away the memento ring!
The Court’s airship appeared at almost the same time. The helicopter-like airship headed straight toward the roof where the two were located.
Hurry up, hurry up. Qi Leren looked to both sides, praying that the speed of the aircraft would be faster than the approaching tide of bats.
He looked at Ning Zhou again, who had taken out his bow and arrow without saying a word.
Sure enough, there it was. Qi Leren was used to his style, but there were too many bats. Were there enough arrows? Or did he intend to use the frost arrows that could freeze bone dragons?
A dark arrow was draped over the metal longbow, and as the string was pulled back, the arrow shot out with a loud bang. Such a sound was surprising to the ear. The arrow shot out like lightning, and bats fell from the air like iron blocks. The sound echoed like thunder.
What kind of arrow was this? Qi Leren watched curiously, secretly looking at the bow and arrow in Ning Zhou’s hand.
“Gravity increase,” Ning Zhou said.
Qi Leren didn’t really know whether this was a skill or something, but everything had been happening so quickly recently that he hadn’t been able to change his mentality. Not knowing how to pretend to understand, he nodded blindly.
Only two meters away from the roof, the nearby aircraft opened its door. Ning Zhou motioned for Qi Leren to go first, and Qi Leren struggled for a moment. He jumped high to reach the door and strained to climb up then turned back to Ning Zhou to stretch out his hand and pull him, but before he had turned around, Ning Zhou had come up.
Almost at the same time, the believers flooded onto the roof.
A man-made rain cloud condensed in the sky and the wind blew with thunder and lightning. Lightning as thick as wrists fell from the sky onto the roof. A shield popped open instantly on the aircraft, blocking the thunder and lightning.
The aircraft rose, getting farther and farther away from the roof. Through the translucent shield, Qi Leren saw the large group of believers wearing cloaks flooding the roof, and believers with ranged attack abilities were trying to break the shield and shoot down the aircraft.
In the crowd, only one person was not wearing a mask, and Qi Leren saw him at a glance.
Ashley.
In the violent, chaotic crowd, he looked up at him. Through the thunder and heavy rain, his childish eyes changed.
He had many things to ask and say. That encounter in the rainy night had turned out to be the beginning of a plot of destruction. His longing, his yearning, and his silent love were all false.
There was no Red in this world. What he had fallen in love with was just a carefully woven phantom.
Just as the day they had met, his first love, which had never started, came to an abrupt end in the midst of a rainstorm that clouded his eyes.
The crowd flocked to the aircraft, but Ashley suddenly turned around and left against the stream of people. He held Red’s mask in his hand, which broke from being clutched too hard. The fragment cut his palm, and the blood was dissolved and washed away by the rain.
“Ma'am, get out of here. The Village of Dusk is no longer safe,” Ashley said to Mrs. Kathleen, who was hiding in the shadows.
In the heavy rain and thunder, Mrs. Kathleen looked at him wearily. Her delicate makeup had been washed away by the rain and her face had become blurred, decadent and ridiculous. She vaguely felt that her subordinate had changed and his youth had faded from his face, leaving no trace, and giving the outline of a mature man standing in the rainstorm.
“Pull yourself together… Let’s go, let’s go to the Underground Ant City. The Village of Dusk’s enchantment has been broken by the Trial.” Mrs Kathleen made the decision and gave up calling to her other subordinates. She would take Ashley to the border with her.
Ashley looked up at the flying aircraft, which had passed through the magic rain cloud and flew towards the distant sunset.
One day… Ashley carefully put the mask he held away into his item bar. One day, they would meet again.
At that time, he must not be what he was today.