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Chapter 458 - 134: What Kind of Joke Is This

Chapter 458: Chapter 134: What Kind of Joke Is This

A faint silhouette of a person emerged in the dim stairwell.

Just as Li Changhe had said, flour had its uses.

He always kept it in his [backpack], not only as a reserve food source but also as an explosive material. At this moment, it had revealed the location of the wildcat.

It was indeed an essential item for home travel.

The most dangerous aspect of the assassin-type [player] was their ability to conceal their tracks, especially those with high-level Qi-blocking. It was difficult to detect them even when they were close to their targets.

In this plot with complex power struggles, assassin-type [players] were like shit-stirrers.

During the earlier exchange of information, Qiu Wentian believed that the wildcat was the most dangerous [player] in this task.

Although the caster-type Norton could use corpse puppets for infiltration, combat, and detection, blending them in amongst people made it difficult for even the [players] to detect them.

However, his abilities still had limitations. For example, the contractors for Li Changhe and Qiu Wentian were both alone, so there was no need to worry about infiltration.

Assassin-type [players], on the other hand, had no such restrictions. One wouldn’t know when a deadly blow might suddenly come from behind.

This type of assassination, regardless of the occasion or location, always needed to be watched out for while fighting other opponents.

"If I had been fighting the berserker when the wildcat hadn’t retreated but went all in, you probably wouldn’t have seen me again," Qiu Wentian said with immense relief.

Indeed, in that situation, she would have been unable to take any countermeasures.

As soon as Li Changhe entered the stairwell, he felt a chill behind him. He immediately realized what it meant and made a decisive countermove.

Once an assassin-type player revealed their position, their level of danger would decrease significantly.

"To think that you would interfere with me at this time. No wonder they say assassin players are shit-stirrers; it really does not deceive me," Li Changhe said as the ripples in the air flashed in his hand. He held his jet Mo Blade, on alert.

He suddenly realized that if he was the one being interfered with, wasn’t he also... Damn!

"Ahem, wildcat, you should have noticed that there is a hidden secret in this task. Rather than the killings among the [players] ..."

"Why not cooperate with you to find the mastermind behind the scenes?" The wildcat appeared to be around thirty years old, dressed in black.

Hearing Li Changhe’s words, he shook his head while brushing off the flour on his body: "I may know more than you."

"Your view is very accurate, the [players] in this task are very strong, whether it’s the cavalry or the sword rank, or even the berserker who suddenly gained some sort of power. They are all difficult to defeat," said the wildcat. "It’s just too difficult to win in this environment. It’s a pity... since he lets us consume each other to achieve some goal, he must have considered this."

"You mean... someone informed you of the identities of the contractors to promote the progress of the Seven Kings War?"

"Oh? It seems that Norton really has a big mouth," laughed the wildcat. "But that’s not all. Just this wouldn’t be enough for the previous generations of players to fail to kill him."

Indeed, as seen in the eleventh edition, Chen Guang targeted the king as soon as he entered the plot world.

His actions were no different from Li Changhe’s now, as he definitely pulled the [players] together to confront the final enemy. But the result was the same.

"Does the contractor have his own people?" Li Changhe asked.

It could only be that possibility, otherwise, this wouldn’t make any sense. The greatest limitation for the [players] was the presence of contractors with the Mark of the King. If there was someone behind the scenes among the contractors, the alliance would naturally not work.

"Your guess is very close... so, I’m just trying to survive. Don’t blame me." The wildcat whispered, holding an axe in each hand, killing intent suddenly surging. His figure vanished in front of Li Changhe.

The next moment, several cold glints exploded into view.

"Archer, please die here!"

At the same time, atop a clock tower in Misty City.

A bloody glow was now emanating from it.

"By the Mark of the King, I command you, assassin." Someone whispered, "Kill the archer!"

"Arya, do you expect these counterfeits to pose any danger to me?" The man looked at the distant fireworks and scoffed, "They don’t even have the qualifications to stand before me."

...

Elsewhere, twenty meters below Li Changhe, was Carmen Heavy Industries’ underground laboratory. At this moment, a cacophony of fighting could be heard.

Seeing the approaching tall figure, the man with an arrow in his knee sighed, "In just two days, you’ve become so strong? What happened to you?"

Flamingo punched the glass barrier in front of him and shook his head when he saw it intact, "That’s really tough."

"Isn’t it? Isn’t Carmen Heavy Industries famous for its strong defensive walls?"

"So you’re just going to hide in there and watch your Carmen Heavy Industries people die one by one?" Flamingo looked in the distance and saw the frenzied figures.

The current situation was that the man with an arrow in his knee and several Carmen Heavy Industries personnel were hiding inside the barrier.

Outside the barrier, several magicians and security personnel were fighting a dozen corpse puppets. Judging by the attire of the corpse puppets, they too were members of Carmen Heavy Industries.

As for Flamingo’s contractor, the emaciated old man, he had turned into a pool of black mud, wandering around the battlefield.

Anyone who touched him would collapse in pain and scream in madness.

"I’ll avenge them." The man with an arrow in his knee coldly hummed, "I sense a battle happening in the stairwell. If it’s not the archer, it’s the sword rank. Are you sure you want to stay here? When my allies arrive, your end won’t be good."

Flamingo shook his head slightly, "But your contractor won’t make it that far unless you plan to’escape’. Come out and fight me, and if you can defeat us, she can still be saved."

"That’s really fucking despicable." The man with an arrow in his knee looked back at his own contractor, a frail girl in a wheelchair.

She was Carmen Jona, his contractor.

Although she was a member of the Carmen family, she didn’t have any magical talents.

During training, an accident left her paralyzed from the chest down and unable to leave her life-support device.

Perhaps having heard her wish to move like a normal person, she was granted the status of a contractor and even summoned the most mobile cavalry heroic spirit among the seven heroic spirits!

Everything seemed to be going well, and once she became king, she would definitely be able to fulfill her wish with the knowledge and power of the king.

However, at this moment, she could only stay inside the barrier, and even with medical staff working tirelessly to save her, she could feel her vitality slowly fading away.

"Cavalry... I’m holding you back." She smiled helplessly. She wasn’t beautiful, with sparse hair and a frail body. However, her smile made the man with an arrow in his knee feel a stabbing pain in his heart.

He was silent, reaching out to touch the girl’s sparse hair.

It reminded him of memories from the past...

But now he was no longer the helpless little boy who watched people on their deathbeds.

"What a joke," the man with an arrow in his knee chuckled, "I could have wiped out these scum with a wave of my hand."