Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 406: Chapter 220: Department Manager Sean

The Mist acted directly, turning into a cloud of fog that dissipated, reappearing behind Colton.

In his hand was a dagger formed from the mist, which he stabbed into Colton’s lower back.

Colton pulled out cards to counterattack, but the Mist had already flashed to Booker’s side, stabbing at Booker’s kidney as well.

The Mist’s moves were steady, accurate, and ruthless; without having sliced a few hundred kidneys, he wouldn’t be so viciously precise with his attacks.

If the two White Tower players went out to seek revenge, finding a target would be simple; just head to the north of X.

Fortunately, Booker’s motorcycle speed was fast enough; by the time the Mist struck with the second knife, he had already fallen off the motorcycle. By the time the Mist wanted to teleport again, the motorcycle had already left his skill’s attack range.

Reluctantly, he could only flash behind a previously trembling player who hadn’t chosen to leave, starting to violently stab the player’s kidney.

Another trembling player had long been targeted by Chiba, maintaining a running posture, yet completely still.

You could see worm-like objects swimming continuously under his skin that absorbed the host’s nutrients, growing as thick as fingers in a few breaths, breaking through blood vessels and skin to ”break the soil,” morphing into a brightly colored flower.

From the moment the player was controlled by Chiba, in ten breaths, his skin, flesh, and bones were devoured, leaving behind a human-shaped bouquet.

The bouquet was brightly colorful, mixing over a dozen colors, like an intricately crafted floral exhibit.

Of the twenty-four players present, excluding the fifteen from the Iron Armor Corps, three who fled with the white flag, two dead, and Wu Chang True Self who was watching from the side, only three remained.

The Mist and Chiba played their part, and as the boss, Fei Guang naturally wouldn’t just stand by and watch.

Booker’s motorcycle sped quickly, and in a flash had charged out of the attack range of the Mist and Chiba, accelerating as if to escape.

Seeing this, Fei Guang immediately activated his ability, transforming into a man-shaped light figure.

A moment before, Fei Guang was standing still; in the next, he appeared as a streak of light in the air. If that instant was paused, one could see the transformation into a body engulfed in white flames, with Fei Guang running within ten meters of Booker.

He resembled a comet, crashing fiercely towards Booker, and no one would doubt the power of this collision.

Even if it couldn’t heavily injure Booker and Colton, it could overturn the motorcycle and leave the two behind.

At that moment, the last silent female player suddenly appeared at the motorcycle’s tail. Each of her hands emanated a colorful sphere of light, with one hand pressing on the motorcycle and the other blocking Fei Guang.

Fei Guang touched the colorful light sphere and immediately reverted from the light figure form to his normal state; the light and flames on his body were absorbed, becoming a push for the motorcycle.

Booker’s motorcycle seemed fitted with rocket engines, disappearing in an instant.

”Quite interesting.”

Fei Guang paused in place for a few seconds, waiting for his skill to cool down. Just as he transformed back into the light figure and prepared to continue pursuing, this time he found himself unable to move quickly, as if slowed a hundredfold, standing still.

A leisurely voice came from nearby.

”Take it easy, no rush.”

”The essence of work is in goofing off.”

”I’m already doing it, stop rushing me.”

Following the fragmented, slow voice, Fei Guang saw a giant tuna over four meters tall, with limbs like simple stick figures, sleepily muttering as it passed by him.

Wherever the tuna passed, time slowed dramatically; the dust kicked up and the stones about to fall were suspended in mid-air.

Fei Guang knew that the tuna before him was the Disqualified Monster unique to Hymn Company’s dungeon.

He sighed; with this monster meddling, it seemed catching those three today was impossible.

However, it didn’t matter; there’s always a future, and all three were severely injured—they couldn’t hide for long before he’d catch them.

Fei Guang turned to look at the incoming elite combat group members, communicating via voice:

”Do not enter its ability range, stand outside it, and use long-range attacks to block its movement route. Its movements are slow; as long as the attack forms an encirclement, it won’t be able to escape.”

Meanwhile, noticing they had already shaken off the Iron Armor Corps, Booker stowed the motorcycle, and with Colton clutching his side, they kneeled on the ground, taking out large Blood Bottles and gulping them down.

The Mist’s attacks carried a serious injury effect; Booker downed two large Blood Bottles and a can of top-grade healing potion, yet the wound on his side showed no sign of healing.

The two White Tower players were severely injured, and the last female player wasn’t in good shape either. As soon as the motorcycle stopped, she spat a mouthful of blood; the arm that absorbed Fei Guang’s impact hung limply, clearly with multiple fractures.

However, she only had severe injuries, and no abnormal status on her body; after using healing-type consumables, she barely regained some mobility.

She dragged Booker and Colton, one in each hand, under a bridge arch.

During the dragging process, Booker asked, ”A strong and beautiful woman like you isn’t common; would you mind introducing yourself?”

The woman replied tersely, ”Veronica, Evolution Committee.”

Hearing Veronica’s reply, the two showed expressions of realization; no wonder she could block Fei Guang’s attack—it’s because she was also a member of the Four Major Organizations.

The three sat beneath the bridge arch, waiting for their injuries to heal.