Chapter 477: Counterattack Begins
Chapter 477: Counterattack Begins
“He actually left…”
Somewhere in the western part of the city, the Seer, their feet fused into the earth, suddenly spoke.
“Who are you talking about?” the Bloodlust Demon asked beside them, his voice rumbling. “The derivative being?”
“No…” The Penitent’s voice, transmitted directly into their minds, resonated clearly. “He means the Lord of Demons.”
“Oh? How so?” The Bloodlust Demon’s fearsome face twisted in confusion. “As far as I know… whenever the Lord of Demons personally leads a campaign, he’s never returned empty-handed. Not once.” He paused, his expression shifting slightly. “I saw him up close not long ago… I’d never believe he could lose to anyone…”
“Watch your words, Bloodlust Demon,” Soulstealer growled, its massive skull-like head (or was it its entire body?) turning toward him. Empty eye sockets locked onto the Bloodlust Demon. “Don’t forget the task our King entrusted to us… or your place in this hierarchy.”
The Penitent added, “As one of the Nine Death Spirits, you should fear nothing but the King himself.” She tilted her head slightly, fixing the Bloodlust Demon with a stare. “You’d do well to learn from your brother…”
The Bloodlust Demon’s brother was the Exiled Demon—a hulking, muscle-bound monstrosity with compound eyes and a gaping, blood-drenched maw. While the elder brother, Bloodlust Demon, was a scheming, cowardly brute who bullied the weak and crumbled before stronger foes, the younger Exiled Demon was far simpler in nature. Like most scenario bosses in the Terrifying Paradise, he was mindless, brutal, fearless, and relentless to the point of obsession.
“Hmph… Who asked you to lecture me?” The Bloodlust Demon snarled, raising his third right arm to flash his deadly Claws. “You’re still too green to preach to me…”
Whoosh—
A shadow streaked past the Bloodlust Demon, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“Enough squabbling,” the War Spirit interrupted, unfurling its dragon-like wing to end the quarrel between its comrades. “You’ll distract the Seer.”
“Tch…” Grumbling, the Bloodlust Demon shrugged his three sets of shoulders and slithered away on his snake-like lower body.
Now reunited in the ruined city were five of the Nine Death Spirits: Soulstealer, War Spirit, Bloodlust Demon, the Penitent, and the Seer. Their plan to purge the city had been scrapped—their enemies had already eliminated the threat for them.
When the Lord of Demons descended, he’d forcibly gathered all the dark energy in this Space. During his battle with Lute, he’d used up over ninety percent of it, causing the mutated monsters in the city to wither and die.
The only living beings left now were the players, the derivative beings, and various powerhouses at the same level as the Nine Death Spirits. In this volatile situation, operating solo was unwise. Thus, the Seer was using their ability to scout the city, seeking out and recalling the remaining four of their kind.
Of course, the Juror and the four other Shi Guan at their level had devised a similar strategy. But their losses had been catastrophic—four of the Shi Guan were already destroyed…
Meanwhile, after the initial chaos and the sniper attacks from Origin’s hundred-plus derivative beings, the players’ numbers had been halved. Many of the survivors were wounded, exhausted from using powerful techniques, or barely clinging to life. Only a few remained at full strength.
Thankfully, the survivors had gradually learned of the strange changes sweeping the city.
Through the efforts of the tian tian gui xiao, Shiva, Shidao Wei Wang, and Fei Chai Shu, the scattered players had begun reorganizing. A few others who hadn’t been located yet had managed to escape danger with help from Z-Organization’s derivative beings and learned of the scenario’s details.
The counterattack against Origin had quietly begun.
But from a God’s perspective, the capability gap between the players and derivative beings remained stark.
As seen in the combat of 【caibupainenotafraid】, even a strong player like her could only handle two Level-3 Derivative Beings at once. A player of Hong Hu’s caliber would struggle against a single one—facing two would mean swift defeat.
This was where the “Combat Leaderboard” came into play. When fighting derivative beings, factors like skill mastery or equipment advantages mattered little. In the end, those ranked higher simply had the edge.
There were exceptions, though. Players like Shiva, Fei Chai Shu, or Name Zhen Nan Qu could instantly kill a Level-3 Derivative Being if conditions allowed.
All told, excluding Lute and J1-Kuai Duo—the two strongest—both sides were roughly evenly matched.
“Never thought I’d see this day…” Zui Wo Chang Ran muttered. “Actually teaming up with Shidao’s lot…” He walked with a relaxed gait.
Leading the way ahead of him were Sashimi and Shidao Wei Wang.
Shidao Wei Wang glanced sideways at him. “Only necessity forced this alliance. I wouldn’t work with your Order’s kind otherwise.”
“Hmph… Fair enough,” Zui Wo Chang Ran replied, his tone laced with clear disdain.
Shidao Wei Wang said no more—he’d long grown accustomed to such treatment. Other than the lowest-tier players or similarly despicable studios, most players from top-tier studios viewed Shidaostudio’s members with hostility and contempt.
The world was fair in its own way. Some individuals or organizations might gain success through underhanded means, but in the end, what they gained came at a cost.
“We’re close,” Shidao Wei Wang said after advancing further. “Let’s hide nearby and wait for other players to join us.”
“The Space rift’s still quite far,” Sashimi said, glancing at the Explosive Tunnel in the distant sky. “Isn’t this too early to stop?”
“Better safe than sorry,” Shidao Wei Wang countered. “When I found you two, you were dealing with four low-tier derivative beings. The real threats…”
Clang—
A flash of cold steel cut through the air, producing a sharp metallic ring.
Shidao Wei Wang didn’t finish his sentence—he’d sensed the sudden attack and dodged just in time.
A triangular metal blade sliced through the wind, aiming for his back.
In the blink of an eye, Zui Wo Chang Ran had already darted to Shidao Wei Wang’s flank, catching the blade between two fingers. The sound came from the blade striking his iron-hard fingers, now gleaming with a dark, metallic sheen.
“You’re welcome,” Zui Wo Chang Ran said casually, flicking the blade to the ground.
“Hmph… Like I needed your help,” Shidao Wei Wang retorted, already standing aside.
As they spoke, seven or eight derivative beings emerged from the dark alleys and street corners, entering their line of sight.
“My scouting ability’s useless on them,” Sashimi noted. “They have no heartbeat or pulse. As long as they stay still behind cover, I can’t detect them…”
“That hardly matters now,” Shidao Wei Wang said. “In this situation… scouting won’t help us anyway.”
(End of Chapter)
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