Serial Player
Chapter 479 - 155: Death God’s Preference

Chapter 479: Chapter 155: Death God’s Preference

Remarkably, they managed to survive this crisis, truly the strongest [Player] of this task!

"I’m willing to call him the strongest!" Li Changhe said with a solemn expression.

Qiu Wentian, pale-faced, nodded in agreement on the side.

She didn’t have the shared perspective of the black hawk, but she had other means of reconnaissance.

She sensed someone running madly in the rain, splashing water like blooming flowers. This was followed by collapsing houses, colliding vehicles, sewage surging in the sewer, billboards falling, fire hydrants bursting...

A dazzling white light flashed across the sky, followed by thunder.

It was her first time sensing lightning at such a close distance.

It was also the first time she knew that lightning could ignore so many lightning rods on nearby buildings and directly target the struggling figure on the road.

How significant must the grudge be? They really didn’t treat the gunman like a human!

"To have survived until now proves that he’s stronger than any of us!" Qiu Wentian whispered, "If it were me, I would be long dead."

"Same here. In this situation, getting close to him is letting that divine creature win. Let’s just sneak in according to the plan!"

The two decisively made a choice. Since they already knew the king’s location and the heroic spirit [Player] had been summoned, he was now at his weakest moment.

The original plan was to contact the gunman, have him understand that the enemy in this task was not [Players], to prevent unnecessary consumption among [Players], and incidentally, gain the allegiance of this strongest individual.

Now...forget it. If necessary, Li Changhe would probably shout, "Gunman, do not come over here!"

It was a wonder how that player managed to survive until now.

Elsewhere, Big Iron Pestle was not killed by the lightning strike. With his [Player] honed crisis intuition, he threw a pure iron spear at the sky in that instant.

The lightning instantly turned the spear into iron water, saving both Big Iron Pestle and his Contractor.

"[Death God’s Favor] has been triggered, so that divine creature is nearby, huh? Damn it, at least let me make contact with the [Players] first." Big Iron Pestle saw the prompt on his panel, his face full of distress.

From his appearance, he looked like a shabby uncle, between thirty and forty years old, with messy hair and a stubbled face.

He was dressed in a gray suit with a vine of thorns acting as a tie.

In a word, he was extremely unkempt.

However, his strength could not be underestimated. In just a minute, he had experienced several crises that could kill a player. Yet, each time he was able to resolve it while carrying someone else. Just this ability alone was enough to make him stand out among the crowd.

"Let me go! I promise I’ll behave!" The drunkard he was carrying on his back had already experienced an emotional rollercoaster, leveling up his mentality, and began to see living as such a blessed thing.

"Sigh, if you leave my side, you’ll be dead within two seconds. I need to find an opportunity to put you down..." Big Iron Pestle looked at a nearby reinforcement transport vehicle that showed signs of losing control, his face becoming more distressed, "Before that, you have to tell me everything you know."

Li Changhe and the others had already unlocked the [Champion’s Message], so he had deduced the rough outline of this task as soon as he entered the story.

This was not a simple confrontation task. There was more than one choice among [Players] apart from fighting each other.

Each player entered the story with different timings, and conflicts had already erupted. Only three players remained.

But he still knew too little about this task.

He was unsure of the intentions of the two surviving [Players].

Watching the transport vehicle lose control and collide with the nearest telephone pole with countless steel bars being thrown into the air, then falling like meteors...

The target of the fall was undoubtedly Big Iron Pestle.

He knew quite well that the Effect of Death God’s Favor was potent. It was a protection cast on him by a powerful character in a story task.

That’s right, protection! Protection that was not affected by higher powers.

However, since it was the Death God’s protection, the price was quite substantial.

It possessed an exceptionally powerful cause-effect ability.

All sorts of seemingly accidental incidents would happen to him. He had even used this Effect to kill [Players] above LV10, and not just once!

"Sigh... I guess this is why they sent me to this task." Big Iron Pestle lamented, grabbing the thorny vine tied around his collar.

...

On the other hand, at the top of the clock tower...

An old man with a head full of white hair but a straight posture, sat on a chair looking through the window at the chaos happening a hundred meters away.

"Another kind of Divinity? As a counterfeit, he’s done quite well. But it’s still far from enough to kill me." He looked down at his own hands. The tips of his fingers began to blacken and decay before recovering a while later.

Destruction and rebirth were continuously occurring on his body. Even Big Iron Pestle’s cause-effect ability had begun to affect him.

"Carmen Rodia. This game, which has lasted for more than twenty years, should now be settled. Your people only want to peek into the mysteries again, not save you. What reason do you still have to persist?"

"Both you and the previous kings have lost!"

"Instead, why not give up resisting and become that..." The old man’s words weren’t finished yet.

"Just looking at your flustered and exasperated expression brings me joy. Can you even consider yourself a king? Even if the ninth generation was mad, he still wanted to get rid of someone like you. In my eyes, he’s far more suited to be a king." The old man suddenly changed his tone, his voice filled with pain and torment, "You, this evil spirit squatting on the throne, I will end you! What are you waiting for? Attack! His Divinity is suppressed!"

The sound was quickly swallowed by the rain and didn’t make it out of the clock tower.

But in the dark corner of the clock tower, someone responded.

"So that’s how it is. The gunman really went through a lot. Let’s let him struggle a bit longer." Qiu Wentian loosened her tightly wrapped black cloak and emerged from the darkness, "But, King Carmen, if you don’t speak up, I could probably sneak up to your face. Every time I use Stealth, I get accidentally discovered. It’s really unlucky."

She threw the heavy sword sheath onto the clock tower floor, and grabbed the longest weapon inside.

The old man’s face became indifferent, glancing at Qiu Wentian, unconcerned by her appearance.

But instead, he started to speak schizophrenically, "You even think of the madman who slaughtered your people as better suited to be king than me? You’ve gone mad too. Even if I can suppress my Divinity, what can you do? After all, I am the most powerful magician of this era! I can even fight against a true heroic spirit!"