Chapter 196: It Hasn’t Ended

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Cruel Malevolence had never fought such a sullen battle before.

He was once a courageous and capable Werewolf commander. He was well-versed in the three-step battle tactic and had never lost a battle. Even if the enemies were Giants, he could lead his troops and defeat them.

In order for the Ancient G.o.ds to descend upon the Underworld, he sacrificed a lot. Only he knew the extent of his sacrifices.

But today, a group of Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men charged fearlessly in endless streams.

Their combat power wasn’t strong, but he couldn’t fend off the repeated attacks. The number of Ancient G.o.ds believers wasn’t large to begin with. After less than an hour of battle, the number of Ancient G.o.ds believers increased, but the injuries on his body also increased.

Though he was strong and could easily kill those green-skinned creatures, they sacrificed their lives in order to inflict wounds on him. Cruel Malevolence lost count of the smiling creatures who sacrificed themselves to create a chance for their comrades to injure him.

When Cruel Malevolence was feeling exhausted, he looked at his sides. He didn’t see his comrades, only the green-skinned creatures who gazed at him fanatically.

They were ugly and had green words above their heads. Even if their comrades were killed, they didn’t bother to take a look. They only looked at him.

Cruel Malevolence knelt down while bearing his injuries. He vomited blood and looked at the green-skinned creatures as they howled and swarmed over him…

[Ding, the gamers have completed the phase mission “Occupy Teleport Portal Main Hall”. Please escort Brainiac to shut down the Teleport Portals and connect the portals to Eternal Kingdom.]

[Triggered the next phase mission.]

[Mission t.i.tle: Occupy the Winterfell Dungeon Lord Main Hall.

Mission Description: We cut off the Teleport Portals of the Ancient G.o.ds believers. It’s time to shut down the Winterfell anti-Mana s.h.i.+eld and clear the path for the Airs.h.i.+p! For Eternal Kingdom!

Mission Reward: Grab whatever you see if you can carry it.]

Dragonborn looked at the large Werewolf as he stabbed him to death. The Werewolf fell to the ground. The Black Armored Arthur glanced at Dragonborn and retrieved his weapon. Then, he followed the veteran gamers to the Dungeon Lord Main Hall located deep within Winterfell.

“Gos.h.!.+ You’re good!” TakeASpearHit patted Dragonborn’s shoulders and said, “You’re very strong. Arthur seems to be inferior to you.”

“What shall we do with the commander’s equipment?” SealHeadLingChong asked a practical question. He had just finished asking when a system notice appeared before their eyes:

[The Werewolf Commander’s equipment will be auctioned in Eternal Kingdom. Please return the equipment to Eternal Kingdom and receive full-service rewards.]

“Gosh, don’t think about it. Only the rich can obtain the equipment,” TakeASpearHit spread out his hands and said with grievances.

“We’ll obtain benefits too. The money obtained from the auctioned equipment will be distributed to all combatants. The more the rich gamers pay, the more we earn. It’s only equipment and a few digits. Why are you so concerned?”

“You’re right, but I’d like to be as cool as Arthur…” TakeASpearHit was envious of Arthur.

“You’re trash. Don’t you understand the essence of the game? The most important thing is personal capability! Equipment is secondary. Look at Arthur with his superior equipment. Didn’t Dragonborn, who has inferior equipment, inflict more damage than Arthur? When fighting the BOSS, the other gamers didn’t last more than ten seconds, but Dragonborn lasted for a minute and was able to inflict severe damage. That’s awesome,” SealHeadLingChong said with envy.

“Veteran Arthur’s equipment isn’t that superior to ours. After three months of Beta Testing, our equipment is only slightly inferior. Don’t exaggerate. Veteran Arthur is very strong,” Dragonborn quickly said.

“He’s strong, but I feel Dragonborn is stronger!” TakeASpearHit looked with respect at Dragonborn as he said, “Bro, when we meet offline next time, you’ll teach me full armor combat!”

“Ah… we’ll talk next time…” Dragonborn said reluctantly.

“Let’s stop chatting. We’ll gather the loot and salvage the Dungeon. We’ll take the loot of the Ancient G.o.ds believers and visit the Blacksmith Shop! Let’s hurry!” SealHeadLingChong shouted excitedly. Dragonborn and TakeASpearHit followed SealHeadLingChong as they collected the loot.

Brainiac, who was in the camp at the Northern Gate, nodded and looked at the Goblins who conveyed the information to him.

The green-skinned creatures said, “Lord Sherlock orders you to the Teleport Portal Main Hall. You’ll connect the Winterfell Teleport Portals to the coordinates of Eternal Kingdom.”

Though Brainiac wasn’t interested in the battles, he had to follow Lord Sherlock’s orders. After packing his things, with the escort of a group of Goblins and Gnomes, he walked in the direction of the Teleport Portal Main Hall.

…

While the gamers were fighting, Sherlock was on a pile of ruins watching Octopus Ball transform.

The body of the Devil Octopus Ball had become ugly after being strengthened by the corruption of the Ancient G.o.ds. His body grew tentacles that had large suction pads.

His body expanded as his muscles wiggled and increased in size. He became taller, but his head didn’t change. He gave off a strange, unnatural feeling.

“Sherlock… Sherlock… I’m going to kill you… the Devil who always bottomed the examinations!” Octopus Ball roared, and his voice changed.

“Lord Sherlock, what is the connection between your examination results and your feud with him?” Bru asked curiously.

“I don’t know.” Sherlock pondered for a while.

“What’s that?” Bru asked, bewildered.

“It’s nothing, just a personal interest.” Sherlock looked at the fully transformed Octopus Ball. Then he walked to him and clenched his fists.

“Sherlock! I’m going to kill—ooo!”

Octopus Ball raised his arms that were growing tentacles. He shouted excitedly as Sherlock walked forward and delivered a punch to his stomach.

Sherlock’s fist landed on Octopus Ball’s stomach. The surrounding muscles wanted to block Sherlock’s power, but they disintegrated as the fist’s power swirled and focused on a spot before exploding violently.

Boom—!

Octopus Ball flew out and created ditches as he slid along the ground. After knocking into many buildings, he stopped in a pile of debris.

“Has it ended?” Bru asked.

“No.” Sherlock walked towards the pile of debris.