Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 380 The Unstoppable Flesh-and-Blood Angel

"What the hell turned into 'survival'?"

"Holy crap! What on earth is that widow doing?"

The system notifications from the Spirit Disaster game weren't only heard by Wu Wang.

All the assassin players in the dungeon were dumbfounded.

Even the witch was somewhat baffled.

She had experienced countless dungeons, big and small, and had never heard of such a bizarre change in the main questline midway through.

Logically speaking, the main storyline quests in the game "Spirit Disaster" are usually things that participating players have a chance of completing.

But when the words "survive" came out...

This means that from the perspective of the game itself, it does not believe that players can do anything now.

Just surviving usually requires giving it your all.

Moreover, before the main quest was changed, a prompt to force log out of the player was heard.

It's just that the logout failed.

The current "Survival" quest is less of a main storyline and more of a sign that the game has been completely abandoned due to the looming disaster.

It's like they just told everyone "good luck" and then left it at that.

Before the witch could even recover, the corridor she was in suddenly began to writhe, like the intestines of some kind of creature.

The walls began to wrinkle with flesh and blood, and the carpets on the floor and the surrounding decorations began to change, growing flesh and blood from the cold, inorganic matter.

They all seem to have come back to life!
As for those things that were originally alive?
The witch turned her gaze to the guide behind her.

They all knelt on the ground, groaning in pain from their throats, their skin and bones making a tearing, piercing sound that sent chills down one's spine.

tear-

The next second, the backs of all the guides shattered like pieces of paper.

Large swaths of blood splattered across the corridor, and shattered skin fluttered in the eerie wind that seemed to come from nowhere, like pieces of battle-damaged cloaks draped behind them.

But as the ribs pierced through the flesh from both sides of the waist, revealing blood and flesh, the originally fluttering human skin cloak seemed to find its home and clung to the unfolded ribs.

They wrap around each other to become entirely new body organs.

This familiar scene brought to mind the flesh-and-blood angel who had been hung up by the fellow Daoist not long ago.

This time, no wire or steel cable was used for suspension.

Instead, it uses ribs as wings and human skin as a membrane.

The angel's wings unfolded.

They are no longer flesh-and-blood angels made of corpses.

Instead, it was created in a way that no one can understand.

"Roar--"

One of the flesh-and-blood angels let out a roar.

All the flesh-and-blood angels stiffly turned their heads to look at the witch at the end of the corridor.

There was no longer any expression in his eyes; even the whites of his eyes and his pupils had disappeared.

His eyes were filled with a deep, blood-red color, like two crystal-clear agate beads.

The witch almost instinctively swung her wooden staff at them.

Muttering to himself—

"Reducto! (To be pulverized into pieces)"

A wisp of starlight emanated from the tip of his staff at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

It crashed violently into the flesh-and-blood angel at the forefront, carrying with it a will to destroy everything.

This curse causes any object infused with stars to explode into dust.

Normally, witches don't use this thing on living people.

Because the frying leaves blood and bone fragments everywhere, which is too much trouble to clean up.

However, they finally let loose and unleashed a devastating attack.

She discovered that the flesh-and-blood angel, struck by the curse, was still standing there, staring at her.

The other party's body did not explode in any way.

The stars injected into her body disappeared without a trace, like stones sinking into the sea.

The witch's pupils contracted slightly.

She had seen monsters with thick skin and strong flesh that could withstand their own spells, as well as monsters with complex mechanics that could eliminate the effects of spells in various ways.

But right now, this hasn't even produced any effect.

It's so difficult to even see how the other party did it.

This was the first time she had ever seen it.

Oh... wait...

It seems this isn't the first time.

The witch's thoughts drifted back to before she became the representative of [Order].

Back then, I wasn't even level 30, nor had I established a Tarot Club.

They can also occasionally go into dungeons with Qinglong to try to explore the origin of the spiritual disaster.

This was arguably one of the happiest periods for her since becoming a player of the Calamity faction.

In a very special copy.

She once encountered a boss that was far more powerful than the normal dungeon process.

The other party has obtained some kind of power that is completely incompatible with the current world view of the instance.

It contaminates and destroys the entire copy.

When the players entered, the dungeon was already on the verge of collapse.

At that time, I was trying to conquer the dungeon like Qinglong, but I found that I couldn't defeat the BOSS no matter how hard I tried.

No force could have any effect on it.

That's right, it's not that the difference in strength is too great to break through the defense, or that the opponent easily neutralized it.

Rather, it simply cannot work on it at all.

It's like holding a weapon powerful enough to smash anyone's head open, but facing a virtual character on a computer screen as your enemy.

No matter how skilled you are at shooting, you can't possibly shoot a virtual character through a computer screen.

Because the two are not on the same dimension.

After surviving the instance and subsequently accessing the audience space, I successfully had a face-to-face conversation with a certain venerable one.

The witch then realized the source of the BOSS's strange behavior.

That's a special item called "Fragments of the Past".

They are not bound by the dungeon's world view and can appear randomly in the dungeon.

The Venerable One did not tell the witch how the [Fragments of the Past] came into being and spread.

It just means that once it parasitizes a certain instance of a creature.

It will then grant the opponent immense and almost unbeatable power.

The only side effect is that the parasitized copy will lose its sense of self and become a puppet of the past.

Before destroying everything in sight.

These old puppets will not stop.

This led to the incomplete, near-collapse scenario encountered by the witch.

Normal items and weapon effects cannot affect the creatures parasitized by [Fragments of the Past].

Only the laws can affect it.

That is, the power of a venerable one or a divine messenger.

This encounter sparked in the witch's desire to covet the Venerable One's power.

Soon after, she became the spokesperson for [Order].

Yes, even the Azure Dragon didn't know that the witch had actually been the spokesperson for "Order" long before.

This is precisely to put into practice a part of the will of "order".

It was only later that she conceived the idea of ​​establishing a Tarot Club.

"Fragments of the Past, huh..."

After determining the nature of what was in front of them.

The witch naturally thought of the rhombus-shaped gem that the widow had taken, and his contrasting behavior after obtaining it.

Holy crap! Does that mean the other party might already be contaminated?

"Isn't he the [Son of Desire]? If he's been corrupted by the [Fragments of the Past], doesn't the Venerable One of Desire have any objections?" The witch immediately thought of the widow's identity.

Anyone else would have been beyond saving.

But given this guy's special status...

The power of the Venerable One's laws is capable of countering the [Fragments of the Past].

Therefore, the witch believed that the widow had not yet completely become a puppet of the past.

Then I need to find the other person as soon as possible to salvage the situation!

Looking at the flesh-and-blood angel who, for some reason, remained standing still without any sign of moving or attacking, they were struck by the sights.

The witch immediately turned and ran toward the door next to her.

However, in the instant she turned her head...

A strange chill crept up her spine from behind, and the stars in the distance seemed to be issuing her constant warnings of danger.

This made the witch instinctively turn her head and raise her wooden staff again, on guard.

But then he discovered that the flesh-and-blood angel who had been at the other end of the corridor had inexplicably appeared less than half a meter behind him.

No movement or sound was produced throughout the entire process.

The witch looked at the devout smiles on their faces.

There's an indescribable sense of unease.

Strangely, she can no longer sense any danger.

The flesh-and-blood angels stood motionless before him like statues, showing no sign of attacking. It seemed the chill he had felt earlier was merely his imagination.

"No! The numbers are wrong!" The witch suddenly realized that there were fewer flesh angels in the corridor.

There should have been five.

Now only three are left, surrounding him.

The other two were nowhere to be seen throughout the entire corridor.

Where did they go?

The witch glanced briefly at her living map.

At this point, less than half of the building remained.

Since the buildings began to change, the map content has been decreasing, and the stars are becoming increasingly dim.

Fortunately, the locations where the other contestants are hiding are still within the display range.

At this moment, the map shows the entrance to Panda and the Predator's room.

Two footprints of "Flesh and Blood Angels" were flashing.

They went to find the players!

"World! And all the hidden contestants, listen up!"

"The situation has changed a bit now; the danger is no longer just from the widow."

"Panda! Ironblood! There are two flesh-and-blood angels at your doorstep! They're alive!"

"No matter how they appear later, don't try to attack them. Just try your best to escape!"

The witch immediately warned the contestants through the stars that were attached to them.

He quickly explained the characteristic that things contaminated by the [Fragments of the Past] cannot be affected by forces outside the laws.

He also reminded the other players that his methods of hiding them could become ineffective at any time.

The building is constantly repelling any other forces.

Once the stars indicating their location on the [Living Map] dim, the players will be exposed from their hidden star space.

They were faced with flesh-and-blood angels whom they could not contend with.

At that time, the other contestants who do not possess the power of the Venerable One will truly be doomed and flee for their lives.

Whether they survive or not is basically entirely a matter of luck.

call--

Just as the witch was pondering how to trap these flesh-and-blood angels...

That eerie chill crept back into my heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, starlight flashed around her, as if she had jumped through space, creating distance between herself and these flesh-and-blood angels.

However, the witch only realized it after changing the position.

The chill did not come from the flesh-and-blood angel from before.

It came from the wood gecko standing next to him.

I don't know when, but the three flesh-and-blood angels have disappeared again.

Only two remained standing in front of him, and one appeared behind the Tree Spirit.

tear-

Under the witch's witness, the skin on the back of Treecko, the Pokémon that had transformed, tore apart, and it turned into a lizard-shaped fleshy angel at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's hard to imagine seeing a devout expression of prayer on the face of a lizard.

"If you are killed by a flesh angel, will you become another flesh angel?" Her expression became slightly serious.

Of course, it wasn't that the witch thought she would be killed; she was confident of that.

The key question is, what should the other players do?

The attack methods used by these things are still not understood.

She certainly didn't want to see the flesh-and-blood angels that looked like the world later.

Come to think of it, the moment I checked the [Living Map], I was able to silently kill and transform the nearby Treekia.

How on earth did that...?

Hmm? View the [Live Map]?
The witch suddenly frowned, as if she had grasped some important key point.

The first time the flesh angel tried to attack him, and when he disappeared to find the other players.

It was the moment I turned around and was about to leave the corridor.

Now, the flesh angel attacks the wood gecko and transforms it.

And it just so happened that it was the moment I checked the [Living Map].

What these two points in time have in common is that their gazes have both left them.

Once you fix your gaze on these flesh-and-blood angels, you can no longer sense any aggression from them.

They even thought they were just motionless corpses.

Could it be that their line of sight is their attack mechanism?

Thinking of this, the witch stared at the three flesh angels and one angel lizard for ten seconds.

Blink quickly and then open your eyes again.

However, it was this almost instantaneous action.

Everything in front of me changed again—

The three flesh-and-blood angels were almost face-to-face with him.

The tree gecko had already opened its mouth and was stuck in its throat.

The witch could even sense the temperature of its mouth.

It seemed that if you opened your eyes even a fraction of a second later, your neck would be bitten off by the angel lizard.

"Just as I thought, as long as they are not observed, these flesh-and-blood angels will launch attacks in a way that is imperceptible."

Now the entire building is practically like Schrödinger's cat box.

These flesh-and-blood angels were his cat, caught between life and death.

If left unobserved, flesh-and-blood angels could exist anywhere.

They can appear anytime, anywhere to launch an attack, regardless of spatial distance.

The witch twisted her neck and pulled it out of the other person's mouth.

He showed a helpless expression as he informed the other players of his discovery.

Hopefully, they'll live long enough for the [Fragments of the Past] to be found and resolved by themselves.

She then put the wooden staff back into her backpack.

He then took out a scepter inlaid with various precious gems, which looked like a symbol of some kind of royal power.

The Scepter of Order!
This is a weapon that can better unleash the power of [Order], which the witch obtained from a dungeon provided by [Order].

She pointed it at the flesh-and-blood angel in front of her.

He said coldly, "I sentence you to death for disrupting order, and in the name of 'order,' I will eliminate the disorderly elements."

"【Word of Power: Ordered Rules】!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the flesh-and-blood angel, who had shown no reaction to the witch's curse, began to tremble violently.

The skin began to crack like a spider web, and foul-smelling blood flowed onto the ground, making people nauseous.

However, the imagined scene of them being completely erased did not appear.

The skin gradually dissolves and dissipates, leaving the flesh and bones completely exposed to the air.

The wings on its back were reduced to mere ribs, flapping wildly.

The flesh-and-blood angel became even more ferocious and terrifying.

Clearly, while the witch's power of "order" could indeed affect them, they weren't immediately wiped out on the spot.

The witch was not surprised by this situation.

After all, if the creations of the [Fragments of the Past] could be erased so easily, then its power wouldn't be worthy of being placed on the same level as the Laws of the Venerable.

What's more, this is their home turf.

But this should at least give them some control over the flesh-and-blood angel in front of them.

That way they won't bother him for a while.

The witch, gripping the [Scepter of Order], turned the doorknob expressionlessly and left.

Just as she had predicted.

These flesh-and-blood angels did not chase after us, but instead struggled in place as if fighting against something.

But it is clear that this struggle and confrontation will not last long.

They will soon break free from the witch's control and chase after her again.

Now, it's a race against time.

Just then, the stars in the [Living Map] in the witch's hand dimmed, indicating the presence of Panda and the Predator.

Before it completely disappeared from the map, the footprints of the two flesh-and-blood angels also appeared outside the door.

They appeared in their room.

Almost simultaneously, a footprint of a flesh-and-blood angel appeared at Wang Xianzhi's door, waiting like a vigil.

Of course, the players are currently unaware of an even more desperate situation—

In a secret room that cannot be detected by normal means.

In front of a man sitting on a coffin in a royal palace.

All the coffins in a haunted house were empty.

Countless flesh-and-blood angels completely surrounded the secret chamber.

Its ferocious figure filled everything within the opponent's field of vision.

These are the remains of flesh and blood angels created by countless generations under different environments; their sheer number makes it impossible to distinguish them clearly in a short time.

They all looked at the only living creature in the room.

Waiting for Wu Wang to blink...

(End of this chapter)