Chapter 273: Dense Forest Borderland

The Adversary and the other members of the team press Spades against the pool, and although the group walks in a loose and casual manner, passersby still shun them and run away in fear.

"Look at this now!" Adversary accused Spades, "You didn't make this happen! Playing a game in the play pool is so mean!"

Spades flicked his eyelids up to sweep him lightly, "They fear not me, and they will fear the other who brings the victory, independent of what I have done, but simply fearing that they will not have this victory."

"If the fear of these people is a part of gaining victory, then let them be afraid." Spades turned his head, indifferently.

--The implication is that victory is his after all, and that's a pretty cocky and sure sounding statement.

The Reverse God was speechless with dislike.

Although Spades seems to have zero emotional intelligence, he sometimes thinks things through so sharply that he sometimes wants to use these things to make a fuss and suppress Spades.

"Well, pick three games at random." Inverse God helplessly held his forehead, he really couldn't do anything about Spades, "--Let's see how well you've been training individually for a while, and let's also let you test the results of the group training we've been doing for a while."

"...... If we have the ability to clamp down on you." The Adversary took a deep, solemn breath, "Just get ready to return to the team, it's time to start proper league training."

Spades nods, and he draws his long black whip, flinging it out to strike a swimming, twisted poster in the play pool.

The entire battle group of the Killer Sequence disappears into place.

The other end.

Mu Sicheng crouches low to climb the guild floor of the Slayer Sequence, sharp monkey claws snapping into the walls, the question mark shaped tail of a capuchin monkey hooked loosely behind it, dangling from any protruding decorations and finishes.

His body is also covered with a chameleon-like coat that changes color with the environment - this is an extraordinary level item that Bai Liu obtained in the game pool and gave to Mu Sicheng during the distribution.

And it is indeed an extremely correct assignment that makes Mu Sicheng's infiltration into the killer sequence so smooth and seamless.

A few extremely brilliant color changes and a couple of thrilling aerial wanderings landed Mu Sicheng firmly in a long corridor next to the top floor of the Slayer Sequence Guild.

Mu Sicheng casually shook off the crumbs of wall plaster stuck on his fingernails, the tail behind him retracting back into his body like a gathered wire, the red pupils of his eyes scrutinizing from side to side, raising his eyebrows in slight surprise-

--What's going on with this Grand Guild? They didn't even do anything to prevent theft at their headquarters? Isn't this waiting for someone to steal their home?

However, if Mu Ke, who had familiarized himself with the history of each guild's origins, was here, he would have been able to give Mu Sicheng a good explanation as to why the Slayer Sequence's guild building was in such a state of being empty and unguarded.

Killer Sequence, as a newcomer that rose to prominence last year with Spades, is very likely to ride on last year's wind and grow, and sit firmly on the chair of the first guild - this is a logical thing that all guild leaders would want to do.

But the killer sequence, there is no president - because Spades doesn't do presidents.

As such, the guild has grown in a rather savage fashion, with most of its members being high-potential newcomers with quirky behavior, some ability, and personal admiration for Spades who don't want to be tied down by the big guilds.

Although there is a building, Killer Sequence members adhering to a state of wandering, Schrödinger's duality member state gather in this Killer Sequence building.

When playing in a league, they need a guild as a requirement to sign up, and at that point they're a guild war team alternative.

Not playing in a league, then they are individual players.

These people new generation of killer sequence guild members are very strongly influenced by the Spades, all feel that they were born to win the league, and all feel that they are cold-hearted league sharks!

This one-upmanship didn't get better until the Adversary was tapped - he made the problem child-like members recognize that there are only five little kids, not, players, who can be league killers.

You guys need to do something else for the guild to grow before you become assassins.

-Yes, the Reverse God, a halfway tactician who was poached, was shrugged off by Spades and put on a hat of [Guild President], not only to worry about the training of the team, manage the disobedient members of the team, but also to worry about the development of the guild of large and small things.

It's like having one tactician for eight, working overtime all the time, and Spades doesn't even pay him.

In this situation, the guild's security was already the next most important thing to consider for Against the Gods - he had been working overtime both in and out of the game, and was already on the verge of sudden death.

As well as the poor security of the assassin sequence, but catalyzed by Spades, a symbol of triumphalism, here per capita fighting maniacs, biting the bullet, the stronger the opponent the more excited the kind.

Guilds with their heads in the sand basically won't come to move the killer sequence.

Mu Sicheng took a careful look around and made sure that there were not many people left in the building, and very quickly chose to make a further move to break deeper into the building.

According to the general practice of the guild, there are usually two places to keep high-level props - one is in the personal warehouse of the guild's specialized warehouse keeper's system panel.

Warehouse keeper not only keep props, but also responsible for testing and maintaining props in the game once a week, because of the body always keep a large number of high-level rare props, is considered to be a mobile vault, and weapon modifier tied with the guild's two major confidentiality of the highest position.

By the way, the top warehouse maintainer in the game is the Golden Dawn and their family, and it doesn't refer to one person in particular, it refers to the entirety of this guild in particular.

This guild has no idea what they do, everyone seems to be highly trained as if they came from a career as a police warehouseman, and are particularly good at keeping, guarding and storing dangerous items.

Many guilds, such as the King's Guild, Ka Bala Life Guild, and even Charles' Gamblers' Club have spied on the Golden Dawn's warehouse stockpile - not necessarily to steal the other side's items, but to know what items the other side has is an important part of the league's intelligence.

However, no matter what kind of tricks these guilds pull, they all come up empty-handed, and can be said to be the natural enemy guilds of thieves and monsters.

Recently, it seems that Golden Dawn has reorganized the guild's anti-theft structure under the direction of Armand, a new member of the guild.

Having captured a scout of the King's Guild within one dimensional minute a few days ago, it could be said that it would not be an exaggeration to describe Golden Dawn's current warehouse structure in terms of solid gold.

Mu Sicheng frowned as he walked towards the Slayer Sequence - he felt that the structure of the warehouse here was somewhat indescribably similar to the information that Wang Shun had shown him earlier about the structure of the Golden Dawn's warehouse.

Behind him, a translucent rotating barrier separated by space slowly rotated for a moment.

[System alert: A player has triggered the warehouse trap prop you set!

The system panel of the Adversary God who had just entered the game popped up such a prompt, a team member next to him asked him what was wrong, the Adversary God smiled and explained, "Nothing, someone triggered the warehouse protection props that I had reserved."

The team's jaws dropped, "Someone actually dared to come to the Killer Sequence and steal something!"

"I don't remember doing anything to protect our warehouse, did we?"

"And no one can look at the warehouse, our guild doesn't even have a warehouse keeper, Against the Gods, what's the protection prop you kept?"

The Adversary God was so annoyed by the noise that he had to raise his voice to appease the curious group of players, and sighed helplessly, "--Our guild is really not in a position to spare any more manpower to protect a warehouse, so I've had to resort to the simplest and plainest yet most effective method of warehouse protection. "

Curious, the team came over and asked, "-What's the solution?"

"I contacted the president of Golden Dawn, then offered a sum of money and a prophecy, and managed to outsource the protection of our warehouse to him." The Reverse God smiled warmly and relatably, "I set up props that can deliver guests who come to the Golden Dawn's warehouse directly."

Crew: "......"

...... Against the gods, you actually single-handedly whored out the strongest warehouse keeper ......

The Reverse God sighed sadly and shook his head, "I had wanted to even outsource my training, but the Deer Hunter Guild, which trains its players the best and toughest, doesn't take on outsourcing battle team training, eh ......"

"But I'm on my own, and you guys don't really listen to me as a tactician ......"

Crew: "......"

The ...... deer hunters believe in Spartan training! Their team members howl in misery every day! No time to even shit or drink! It's super miserable! They look like they're about to get kidney stones at a young age!

One small, usually disobedient member of the team stiffened and gulped, "Just do it, we'll listen to you ......"

The Adversary smirked at him, "Really?"

All the players nodded frantically.

Mu Sicheng felt more and more out of place as he walked, he stopped in time, looked around at the architecture of the place, and moved his nose to sniff carefully - the bright and open corridors were lined with a lot of strange mixed smells, the smell of people was steeply complex and varied, with a hint of the cold smell of metal doors, if anything. The smell of people was steeply complex and varied, with a hint of the cold metal doors if nothing else.

--It was very similar to what he had smelled there at the Heresy Authority headquarters.

While Mu Sicheng was sniffing, a greenish-blue, gold-rimmed butterfly was resting peacefully on the window to his left, slowly flapping its wings.

Mu Sicheng averted his face, frowned and shrugged his nose, and whispered to himself, "- and a little ...... flowing air breath ...... "

"--It's the smell of the wind."

The butterfly flapped its wings rapidly, and a gale swept through the narrow aisle, a blurry silhouette wrapped in the gale melting into one, rapidly attacking towards Mu Sicheng's side at a speed unseen by the naked eye.

The opponent used the pressure and speed of the wind to step on the surrounding walls and move, giving Mu Sicheng a hard blow as if he were a god.

Mu Sicheng crosses his arms to take the blow hard, and defiantly comes out clawing back, lifting and flipping his hand to grab the man's face and pin him to the ground.

His opponent breathed very softly and raised his foot to kick him, Mu Sicheng blocked and bounced off with his right paw, attaching himself and turning his foot to sweep away his opponent's lower body.

In this kind of wind, you can't stabilize your body and you're a loser.

The other man jumped lightly, up in the air and against the wall, his breathing even lighter, almost blending with the wind, undetectable, as a butterfly rested on his shoulder, wings still flapping.

Mu Sicheng smelled his breath, the faster wind, and the scent of butterfly scale powder.

The wind became fiercer all of a sudden, so thick that it was almost impossible to see.

Mu Sicheng had trouble rising and falling in his chest from the immense pressure of the wind, and he had to let go and back away, his monkey paws snapping into the wall dead center to stabilize himself against the metal wall he was attached to.

The wind is dissipating.

Mu Sicheng jumped down, and the man across from him stood on the messy ground, his short, flush brown hair ruffled and disheveled, shimmering with a strange layer of light in the white light.

Armand looked levelly at Mu Sicheng : "I never thought we would fight again in a place like this, Mu Sicheng."

"It doesn't seem accurate to use a word like match like evenly matched, does it?" Mu Sicheng raises an eyebrow and tosses the gilded winged hair accessory in his hand, twirling it around his fingers with a disdainful grin, "--if this was in a match, it would be your head that I'd grabbed off, not the hair accessory on your head?"

"Is that so?" Armand was unperturbed as he gazed calmly at Mu Sicheng, "--That's what you told me the first time you fought me and after you stole my recorder pen."

"--The memories of the past grant one not all bitterness." Armand is eyes move to that hairpiece, "And experience."

Mu Sicheng was stunned as he realized something violently and tried to throw the hair ornament on his hand, but it was already too late.

The wing-shaped hairpiece on his hand exploded into a wire mesh handcuff that firmly wrapped around his hands, wrists and upper arms, making it impossible to break free.

Armand looked up at him, "You hate mesh restraints and handcuffs, so I've summarized them and given them to you as a meet and greet gift."

"Long time no see, Mu Sicheng."

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Mu Ke led Du Sanying, who had done his homework, to the pool.

Du Sanying is doing a little better than Mu Ke thought, not only is he picking up on this stuff quickly, but he's already played more than 52 games - he's already eligible for league registration.

So after asking Du Sanying's opinion and making sure that he agreed to participate in the league, Mu Ke helped Du Sanying with the registration period for the league, and brought Du Sanying to the pool to practice as instructed by Bai Liu.

Du Sanying looked fearfully at the posters swimming around in these pools and looked timidly at Mu Ke : "...... Which one do I choose?"

"It doesn't matter which one you pick." Mu Ke patiently explains, "I have enough base values for most of the games in the pool, and since you're a player with a full Luck value, you won't be doing yourself too much harm by picking a game."

Du Sanying, still upset by years of being the "lucky one", wailed, "...... But I'm the only one who's lucky.... ...People around me are generally unlucky."

"I know." Mu Ke politely distances himself from Du Sanying, showing him his panel, "I'll keep you at a distance to protect you, and keep myself minimally affected."

Mu Ke comforted him with a smile, "Although I don't look conspicuous, it's because my profession is an assassin, I'm not that weak, so don't worry."

Du Sanying hesitates, but finally goes up and picks a game, and Mu Ke jumps in.

After entering the first thing that leapt into the ears was a huge, chain of impact gunfire, non-stop sweeping on the ground, all the monsters around were killed, and some of the players' dead bodies mixed together on the ground, a bloody mess, the boundary between human and monster corpses couldn't be separated, it was quite a brutal sight.

Du Sanying people are looking stupid.

"This gamebook is already in the end state of the pass." Mu Ke was calm in the face of this scene, and even pacified Du Sanying, "It's fine, you're really lucky, the other players who came in with you have already cleared the monsters in the copy."

Mu Ke's eyes shifted to the faces of the corpses of the players that had been completely disfigured by the shooting, and narrowed his eyes for fear of scaring Du Sanying into not saying the second half of his sentence - there were still players to be cleared out as well.

Looks like there's a pretty dangerous guy in this game.

Du Sanying, scared to tears, bites his hand, "...... But that's too soon, isn't it? I've only just gotten in ......"

"There are such players." Mu Ke said calmly, "This game has no value anymore, ready to quit ......"

A burst of high-frequency gunfire accompanied by a delightful "whoop" came from a distance, and Mu Ke reacted quickly by pulling out his prop armor and shielding Du Sanying underneath himself, listening intently to the direction of the gunfire.

Du Sanying was so shocked that he tried to crawl out from under his armor: "Don't come near me! Something bad will happen!"

The unusual sound of a bullet striking the prop armor quickly attracted the attention of the sharp shooter, but before Mu Ke could retreat, the shooter fell from the sky sitting on a huge spring and crushed into the prop armor where Mu Ke and the others were hiding.

Mu Ke, quick as a flash, dragged Du Sanying tumbling out from under his armor, dropped to one knee and pulled out his dagger, tilted his head to look at the visitor, and then was stunned.

He had already seen a lot of strange and weirdly dressed players, but the player in front of him was still the type of player that could make people freeze in a life and death situation when they saw him first.

The player was sitting on a huge, colorful spring over three meters tall and about a meter in diameter crossing his legs and wobbling his feet, holding up a dark green sniper/rifle about half a meter long, and the top half of his face was a papier-mâché clown mask drawn rather distortedly like a low-grade colored pencil assignment from a child's art class.

And the bottom half of the face is a painted-on-skin, overly large red lip, which, along with the papier-mâché mask on top, makes for a perfunctory-looking clown makeup.

The red lips had obviously been smeared on randomly with his thumbs by dabbing on the blood of who knows who, smearing it all over the place, a strong smell of blood and some scabs congealing next to the corners of his mouth, still crackling down with the blood sludge as he smiled.

The legs of the exaggerated green bell-bottomed pants and the dark green sniper/rifle were splattered with blood, shredded entrails and some white brain matter.

He sat on the springs with his cheeks resting on his head, tilting his head to look down condescendingly at Mu Ke's face, the corners of his mouth splitting into wider and wider arcs, his apple-green eyes leaking out of the paper.

"I remember your pretty, showy face." He said in an English that was peppered with a Hispanic accent, the accent had a strange bloody elegance to it, and the usual trailing off of the upper nobility made him seem a little lazy, "-because I was on my knees when I saw it."

"So it struck me as unforgettable at first sight."

He raised the sniper/gun in his left hand, but halfway up, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, jumped up on one foot and swung over the edge of the spring - like an acrobat performing a stomp on a leather ball - with one hand in front of his body and one behind him, bowing down in a folded manner.

It was another very aristocratic etiquette, out of place with his current antics and appearance.

"My father taught me that I should introduce myself before killing an opponent." He bent down, his tone polite and respectful, "Out of respect for our opponents, we should allow them to know who they killed."

He lifted his smiling face, but there wasn't a trace of laughter in his eyes, "My name is Daniel, Bai Liu's favorite godson."

Daniel raises his sniper/rifle and aims it at Mu Ke, the grin on his face growing more tyrannical, his attitude careless, "As for what your name is, it doesn't matter."

"--You're trash that doesn't deserve him, and trash doesn't need to have a name."

"Bang--!!!"

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In the huge game pool, Bai Liu, who had taken care of everything, brought Liu Jiayi and Tang Er to the poolside.

Not a single player at the game pool.

Liu Jiayi understood at a glance, "A big guild's battle team just went down to the pool, and the number of players in the game for this guild's down to the pool isn't full yet, so all the other players don't dare to come over."

She turned her head to Bai Liu, her eyes falling on his hand that was wrapped tightly in bandages to stop the bleeding, "Why don't we take shelter as well?"

"When did I teach you to hold back your front before the start of the league?" The woman's reserved and elegant voice interrupted Liu Jiayi's thoughts, the sound of her cork heels regular and pleasant as she clattered over to her, "What you have to do before the game is to suppress other people's fronts."

Heart wore a bright blue ribbon gown with a double-striped halter neck, elbow-length beige gloves on both hands, her hair pulled back into a neat, delicate bun at the top, and raindrop blue and emerald earrings about ten centimeters long swinging from the nape of her neck.

It has a classically pleasant demeanor.

Liu Jiayi stepped in front of Bai Liu, "Empress, long time no see."

Heart was also followed by an entire team, obviously training as a group, but this time she was accompanied by an unfamiliar candidate in Liu Jiayi.

It was an exotic young girl draped in a small, black and white nun's habit, no more than thirteen or fourteen by eye estimation, with blonde hair and blue eyes, a pure white head covering concealing her brilliant golden, big wavy hair, the cross representing prayers to God held firmly in her hands, and the green color of her eyes was more innocent and pure than the floating sea waves, with a hidden blue color.

Liu Jiayi only had to take one look at the girl to realize that Heart was dressed to accompany the new team member today--

--This new team member looks like a young girl from a classical painting.

Heart raises a hand to brush away the girl's forehead hair in front of her, "She's the new player replacing you. [Sister], go ahead Phoebe, go say hello to your last one and wish her God's blessings in the game."

Phoebe walked to a position about one meter away from Liu Jiayi, she did not seem the least bit afraid of Liu Jiayi, the little witch with the reputation, and reservedly curtsied slightly and raised the sides of her nun's dress to curtsy, with a kind of style raised by everyone, and with a beautiful and sweet voice, like a honey delicacy.

"May the Lord protect you."

Phoebe stood up, she looked at Liu Jiayi expectantly : "You have a brother too don't you?"

Liu Jiayi pursed her lips and glanced at Heart, but still spoke back, "I did."

"I have a brother too, not the same mother as me, but we share a father - it's the same as your situation isn't it." Phoebe smiled like an angel, "He as your brother turned his back on me and my family."

"But I don't blame him, I forgive him, and God forgives all."

Liu Jiayi doesn't speak anymore, she watches Phoebe in alertness and silence, invisible thorns rising from her body.

Phoebe ignored Liu Jiayi's hostility, and as if she couldn't hold back her emotions, she stepped forward and fiercely took Liu Jiayi's hands and placed them over her heart, looking at her with love and kindness in her beautiful, ocean-like blue-green eyes.

"We're so much alike, maybe we're the ones who should be related by blood, brother, sister, or whatever, I've always dreamed of being friends with you!" Phoebe smiled, she smiled a genuine and happy smile, "You're my favorite player."

Her eyes sparkled, "I will win and then bring you God-given happiness."

Liu Jiayi draws her hand back in shock, and Bai Liu smoothly steps in front of her, looking up at Heart.

Heart nodded slightly and smiled, "Phoebe has always liked Jiayi, she's actually better than Jiayi, but she volunteered to fill in for Jiayi just to make friends with him."

"But alas the friendship was before it sprouted." Heart's intent gaze fell on Liu Jiayi, "and the kid she liked ran away."

"Yeah?" Bai Liu wasn't impressed, "So what was the reason you didn't use Phoebe before?"

"Because I'm not stable enough, my brother is still alive, and he sometimes does things that annoy and humiliate me that tug at my emotions and affect my play." Phoebe sighed in mock distress, crossed her arms and clasped them in a devout prayer, "God forbid, if only he had died sooner."

The impact of such naïve words from such a young girl full of expectations is obviously great - for example, Qi Yifang, standing behind Heart, has already covered her mouth and wept.

This is not the teammates he wants, looking so white, every day God bless hanging mouth, but cut the black batch, even they these teammates pit ...... woo woo woo.

When Heart took Phoebe away from the training, Phoebe was still turning around and waving goodbye to Liu Jiayi, her eyes glistening with sadness:

"Goodbye little witch, I hope to God I can dream of you tonight."

Liu Jiayi silently covered his goosebumps arms.

"Oh yeah, and if you guys see my brother, I hope you'll stop by and help me kill him." Phoebe said carelessly, as if she were pampering someone to ask for help with a disobedient pet cat that had scratched her, "His name is Daniel, he's a goofball and loves to play the clown."

After Heart left, Bai Liu pressed Liu Jiayi's head, "Heart is using it to interfere with your emotions, don't worry about it for now until we know the specific information about this [nun], let's go into the game."

Liu Jiayi nodded, took a deep breath, and selected the game to log in.

[System Alert: Welcome to the game "The Town on the Edge of the Forest"]

[This was once a tropical frontier town in the midst of a war, filled with stretches of gunfire and filthy swamps and small lakes, a jungle filled with sinister beasts and mosquitoes and flies and mutilated corpses, and you're the private soldier tasked with cleaning up the battlefield and clearing out the bodies.]

[Points category game, the more corpses a player clears, the more points they earn, and ultimately the person with the most points in seven days wins the game.]

Tang Er hit to look to Bai Liu: "This is the points category game, and decryption category is not the same, generally there is no fixed main line, only background information, to win the game mainly rely on two aspects, on the one hand, their own points to get judgment, on the other hand is to hinder others to get points."

Liu Jiayi looked around for a while, inspecting the environment and making a judgment: "Tropical environment, lots of rain and wind, rich in plant and animal species, and the terrain is relatively complex, so be aware of the interference of these factors."

She said as she handed Bai Liu a bottle of antidote.

Bai Liu drinks it down calmly, the blood returning quite a bit to his face, "But this game shouldn't be too difficult, no players or monsters have attacked us yet - get out of the book after a quick sweep."

Tang Er fights and Liu Jiayi nods.

"To appear on the battlefield, that starts with camouflage." Bai Liu scanned the room, "We need three camouflage suits ......"

No sooner had he spoken than a gunshot was heard.

It's a game set in a war setting, and the gunshots most likely mean there's a conflict going on in the neighborhood.

Bai Liu, Liu Jiayi and Tang Er fought quickly to find a good plant cover to cover themselves, lay down on the ground and rubbed some mud on their faces, held their breath and closed their eyes to pretend they were corpses.

The vocalized growls of several men peeked through the dense gunfire and echoed through the hills and forests:

"Spades, don't you run! You said you were going to lose!"

"You said you'd punish yourself three times! You can't be a man and not keep your word, Spades! Drop the body you're holding!"

"Spades, quit it! It's full of your teammates surrounding you out there!"

"Spades, you really are crumbs! You actually fucking robbed your teammate's body to win!"

A man in dark green uniform pants moved quickly through the jungle, and as he passed Bai Liu, the man hesitated for a rare moment, lowering his head to look closer at Bai Liu, as if to determine if Bai Liu was a body he could pick up.

But before he could be completely sure, the men behind him hissed and caught up:

"Put the master's body down!!!"

In such moments where there is no time for hesitation, Spades, without hesitation, hugs Bai Liu, shoulders up and runs away, flinging his hand to give the whip a headbutt.

There was a crisp "pop" and then a male voice screamed in dismay.

"--You actually thrashed your teammate!"

Spades ignores it and continues to run forward with the two bodies in his arms as Bai Liu, who is carried on his shoulders, slowly opens his eyes.