Serial Player
Chapter 886 - 544: The Butcher’s Cleaver

Chapter 886: Chapter 544: The Butcher’s Cleaver

It’s been a while indeed...

Li Changhe and He Feng first encountered players from [Sun Halo] during their inaugural opposition mission, among whom was a level 10 expert.

Back then, they were chased all over the place by that level 10 [Sun Halo] player, barely managing to heavily injure Fire Man at the aquarium after much difficulty.

In the end, they only survived thanks to Xiao Nan’s support.

And now, he had become a level 10 expert himself, and even the Crownless King of the Battle Power Rankings.

It was finally the enemy’s turn to be scattered and chased around.

"But... three against nineteen?" Li Changhe clicked his tongue, feeling that Evolution Game could not do math. The disparity in numbers was just too great.

"In front of your Immortal Cavalry, such numbers pose no threat," He Feng responded, walking toward the factory building, "I’ll go to Brother Ting’s."

"Then I’ll head upstairs," Moon God said, looking at the second floor of the factory building, "Hopefully, they have what I need on them."

"Everyone be careful," Li Changhe spoke up, his voice ringing like a bell from under the Bronze Mask, "If it gets too tough, call for aerial support. We are up against a lot of enemies."

Both looked at the thirty armor-clad warriors summoned again and said in unison, "And you have the nerve to mention numbers?"

...

When Li Changhe received the prompt for the opposition task, he complained about the huge disparity in numbers. The factory players felt the same way.

They had nearly seventy employees, with nineteen players among them. In terms of numbers, they already had an overwhelming advantage against the opposition. If coordinated properly, using their numerical superiority, they could grind the opposition to death.

Yet at this moment, they were the ones being surrounded and attacked by the fewer numbers.

Within the various workshops of the factory, they were resisting the advance of the armor-clad warriors while cursing in rage. Gunfire was incessant, and skills were flung wildly.

In one workshop, a factory player who didn’t manage to evacuate in time just used a skill to chop off the arm of an armor-clad warrior, only to be quickly besieged by three others.

After taking a hit from a Chainsaw Axe, the player’s blade was starting to chip. Faced with armor-clad warriors with unreasonably high defenses, this factory player was utterly unable to break through the encirclement.

Even if he unleashed his most powerful skill to kill one armor-clad warrior, more would come to attack him.

In his final moments, he let out a roar of despair, "You motherfucking call this three people..."

Before he could finish, his head and shoulders were grabbed by an armor-clad warrior. With steam pouring out from behind two armor-clad warriors, they yanked hard to both sides at once.

’Plop’

After a muffled sound, the headless corpse fell to the ground listlessly, trampled into mush by a pair of giant metal boots.

The armor-clad warriors almost completely ignored most of the gunfire, forcibly dragging enemies out from behind cover to kill them. No matter how the employees pleaded or surrendered, there was no hesitation.

When they were committing atrocities, they didn’t stop because of their victims’ screams and lamentations.

What right did they have to plead for mercy now? Death was their only ending.

A large number of factory employees and players perished.

They had never imagined that they would be attacked by such an army in the real world.

Just half a minute ago, they were elated that prey had fallen into their trap, rubbing their hands and planning to head to the rest area for a good time.

Instead, they were immediately ambushed by an assault from the armor-clad battalion the moment they stepped outside! Caught completely off guard, they couldn’t even put up an effective resistance and were slain one by one by the armor-clad warriors.

Factory players remaining: 11/19

Elsewhere, in the underground space of the factory, Zhao Jiu unleashed one consumable skill after another, furiously attacking the factory employees.

From Pegasus Meteor Fist to Trigram Wandering Dragon Palm, a succession of consumable skills were released the moment Zhao Jiu unfurled her Skill Scroll.

Mr. All-known and the others had prepared many consumable skills for her safety; players below level 10 couldn’t even get close to her.

The players who intended to seize the Magic Eye first were instantly overwhelmed by the skill.

Yun Ting, on the other hand, brandished her blade and clashed with the middle-aged player. He was the only one here above level 10.

But Yun Ting showed no fear at all, her knife shadow blooming like plum blossoms, beautiful yet stern.

At this moment, Yun Ting was in her Sword Rank heroic spirit form, which in the Seven Kings War was Qiu Wentian.

Yun Ting called it "Sword Rank Lolita" and thought it was somewhat disgraceful for her.

After all, the clothing Yun Ting summoned every time she used the Sword Rank heroic spirit form was somewhat revealing. She didn’t know where Qiu Wentian got the confidence from.

Thus, Yun Ting always had a set of magical attire ready.

But even with these drawbacks, Qiu Wentian’s strength was not to be underestimated.

Unlike Big Iron Pestle’s Lucky E, her strength all came from her own combat skills. It could be said that she had pushed her single combat strength to the brink of Extraordinary Soldier level.

And now, Yun Ting shared all of Qiu Wentian’s various A-rank combat skills and a lower-tier version of her Title Skill.

Becoming very troublesome and thorny.

The middle-aged man, on the other hand, donned a set of black leather armor covered in weeping faces. Wielding a black hammer as big as a washbasin, he rapidly swung it, repeatedly forcing Yun Ting back.

Yun Ting’s attacks swiftly transformed, and behind her, the magic array flashed again. She entered the Assassin Rank heroic spirit state and began a barrage of high-speed blinking strikes.

Whenever at a disadvantage, she would blink next to those employees, evading skills and slaying the employees, then regaining the ability to blink again.

Afterwards, she would distance herself again and transform her form.

When blue flames engulfed the underground space, Yun Ting was already clad in Mountain Pattern Armor, holding a black longbow, the bow fully drawn.

This was the Bow Rank heroic spirit state!

The arrows shot carried the power of the Hundred-Headed Shooter. The middle-aged man quickly swung his hammer to knock down the arrows, yet the strong force of the impact caused his chest to feel oppressed.

Yun Ting’s repeating changes in attack style made the middle-aged player extremely frustrated.

Such an enemy with multiple combat styles was really too troublesome. It was as if he was fighting against several highly powerful players.

And his equipment was being countered. His hammer was an epic-level weapon; every attack could devour 1%-5% of the enemy’s physical strength value.

He once grinded a higher-level player to death with this weapon. Against human players, he had a restraining effect.

But against Yun Ting in her heroic spirit state, this effect was completely ineffective.

At this time, the originally sealed underground iron door also began to bend.

Then, after a loud noise,

The underground iron door was violently smashed open.

A figure clad in black armor, holding a long spear, emerged from the smoke.

It was He Feng, who had forcibly breached the secret door of the rest area.

"You’re early!" Yun Ting blinked back next to Zhao Jiu and said with dissatisfaction, "I haven’t even used the Knight Rank state yet. I was about to finish him off quickly."

"Brother Ting..." He Feng said with a wry smile, "You’re using our energy value, so let’s save where we can."

Yun Ting glared, thinking He Feng was being too stingy.

After a moment of thought, He Feng changed his approach, "Such trash isn’t worth Brother Ting’s energy. It’s like killing a chicken with a bull-cleaving knife!"

Before his words were finished, his spear had already pierced towards the middle-aged player’s chest.